I've loved this town for a very long time.
It started when I got a job working at a small grocery store in uptown on my 24th birthday (I was still living in Sequim at the time). One month later I met a cute boy and ended up moving here in February of 2006 to live in sin with said boy. Here I am, over 6 years later and still madly in love with this little "victorian seaport & arts community" (and the boy). And in all this time that I had carried on this love affair with Port Townsend, only recently did it start loving me back.
If you had told me three years ago that Silas would have a plethora of friends (mostly other unschoolers, at that!) and that Seth and I would have plans most weekends, or that I'd be selling my sewn items at an art studio and teaching classes at a local gallery, I'd have said bullshit. No way. Nuh uh.
And yet, it's happened. Days at the beach, going out for pizza, or ice cream, or jumping around at open gym. Hanging out at the park and wandering downtown, popping into shops and walking out onto piers...
Skyping with friends and pointing the camera at the screen so that you can share Minecraft tips and ideas. Making faces at each other and just hanging out, connected by wires and cords and invisible signals.
Sitting out on the deck at a local pub, sipping on pints and getting a good view of the moon. Browsing paintings and sculptures and jewelry during gallery walk, standing around smoking menthol cigarettes and quoting movies and talking about 90s techno songs we remember.
Laughing and posing and passing around some anonymous pair of sunglasses for each person to try on. Dancing and wiggling and shaking and more laughing...
It really happened and I feel like I'm old enough to actually appreciate it. I never knew you could have social circles and multiple people to hang out with and places to go without DRAMA hanging over your head.
Being in my thirties is kind of amazing. Being in my thirties in Port Townsend... priceless.