Plentiful Parking Blues

I suppose it is time to update my profile. I have lived in Issaquah for nearly 3 months and it looks as if I will be here awhile. So it is with great sadness that I must remove “Seattle” from my location.

Issaquah has it’s advantages. It’s cute and quiet and there is always a place to park. My only worry is that I will become one of those people that gets so used to the convenience of the suburbs that our frequent visits to the city become occasional. Occasional then becomes rare. Rare then becomes a once a year hassle to see the Nutcracker or attend Bumbershoot. We will pay 20 dollars for parking so we don’t have to walk more than a block to our destination. What will become of me? What if I forget how to scout out the perfect parking place?

Parking isn’t an issue here in Issaquah. That makes me nervous. While, I like to find parking without so much as a circle around the block, there is a part of me that misses the thrill of the hunt. Parking is free and convenient and plentiful and yet pulling into a wide open parking lot leaves me feeling a little empty inside. The stalls are clearly labeled and easy to understand. I had become a speed-reading cryptographer as far as deciphering the Seattle city parking signs. I miss the challenge a bit. I am already losing my eagle eye and my finely honed parallel parking skills.

I suppose things are pretty good here though. If the only thing I have to complain about is the abundance of parking in my town…I’m obviously pretty happy.