It’s easy to survive Seattle this time of year. It’s not cold. It’s not even wet. These are the two elements I dread the most when the season changes. I’m spoiled. I’ve lived a life of privilege. I’ve moved around. I’ve picked great places and been blessed with good health. I think that in a perfect world I would ski for three months in the winter, hang out for three months on a tropical island somewhere and spend the rest of the year in and around home in Seattle. I’ll own it; Seattle is really not that bad – at least until the monsoon starts.
