Here’s a big secret: It doesn’t rain in Seattle nearly as much as its residents would have you believe. I have no idea if it’s a global climate change thing or we have all been the victims of a major misinformation campaign to prevent crowding, but if you’re not getting to know this amazing city because you’re afraid of getting wet, don’t worry about it.
In fact, I think the weather is much nicer here than it ever was when I lived in Florida. I spend a great deal of time outside enjoying it. Being outdoors here is a delight.
So here’s what I don’t get. People in this town pay a premium for balconies. Well, actually, all housing here costs an arm and a leg, but if you want a balcony, it will cost you an additional limb. So why don’t they ever use them?
I pass thousands of balconies every day on my way to work and while out and about running errands, and never, not even once, have I seen a single human being on one. There are chairs (wishful chairing?), but no signs of life. If it weren’t for the insane amounts of traffic, I’d half be able to convince myself that the rapture had come and gone and I was the only one left in the city. (That’s if I believed in the rapture.)
Where is everybody? Come on, Seattle! Sit on your balconies!