Summer in Seattle is the kind of thing that convinces you to move to the city.
Warm temperatures, mild humidity, and long days where you marvel at pink and orange sunsets, 9:30 at night.
It was 2014 and I was just starting to think about romantic relationships, several months after having finally left a very painful, very broken relationship that lasted 7 years.
I’d always struggled with the idea of relationships. In fact, that’s probably why I ended up in such a bad one and probably why I stayed in it for so long.
The idea of asking someone out terrified me. What if they said no? Or, worse, what if they said yes?
So, that summer, I sat in my apartment, dreaming about how I’d work up the courage to ask people out. I sat in the apartment that I’d found and chosen on my own. The apartment I’d furnished and decorated on my own. I sat in that empty apartment, alone, and dreamed.
