amnesiack | (no subject)

Moving, moving, and more moving. My place of employment moved from Tukwila to downtown Seattle on Saturday. I am currently typing this from the 21st floor of the Wells Fargo building near a large window looking out on the waterfront. Rock. The move was fairly uneventful overall, except for a delay of a couple of hours in getting started Saturday morning. I love being a bus commuter. In the morning, I walk 20 feet from my front door, get on a bus, read for 20 minutes, and then step off the bus directly in front of where I work. In the evening, I do the exact same thing in reverse. This is doubley good because my car is trying to spontaneously combust, and every time I try to fix something, something new goes wrong. I will be getting rid of it very soon, but I haven't decided if I'm going to acquire another vehicle or become a full-time bus person.

The idea of buying another car is annoying because I just finished paying off my old one in April. I'd been looking forward to no longer having a car payment for some time, and acquiring a new one ranks pretty low on my idea of a good time. Plus, now that I'm using the bus to get to and from work, my need for a car is a lot less. However, there is still something in me that rankles at the idea of always being at the mercy of bus schedules or friends being willing to give me a ride. There are times and places that the buses either don't run or run at very inconvenient times and speeds.

Back to work, more later.