I moved to Seattle with my boyfriend towards the end of the summer. We both grew up around the D.C. area and had spent most of our adult lives there. We were tired of the scene, and decided to move to a more accepting and diverse city, so we decided on Seattle.
What a bad move that was.
1. Looking for work was hell:
I am a well educated person with two degrees and work experience, and the best I could do after a month of searching was a minimum wage job in food service. Granted, minimum wage here is pretty decent, but for the cost of living...?? I literally would go days without eating because I couldn't afford to buy groceries. I often had to choose between groceries and rent.
2. Judgmental as hell:
The people here are the literal WORST. And that's coming from someone who grew up in D.C./Northern VA rich ass white people area. I have never felt more judged or marginalized in my entire life. I smoke sometimes, and I would always make sure that I smoked behind my place of business, by the dumpsters, so as not to offend non-smokers. People would park their cars sort of near where I was smoking, and hustle their children as far away from me as they could, while staring me down like I had a gun pointed at them. Whenever I tried to be friendly and talk to people and interact with people who came into the place I worked, I got shot down. No one- and I mean NO ONE- gives a shit about you or how your day is. I would always be friendly and greet people when they came into the store, and they wouldn't even look at me or acknowledge my existence. They'd place their order while looking behind me, and then throw their money at me like I wasn't really there. I'm 25 years old and I've worked in food service a long time, but I literally had a breakdown at work one day and had to leave because I couldn't stand how rude people were being to me. It's very hard to deal with those people 8 hours a day/ 6 days a week and not start to take it personally.
3. Disappointing as Hell:
I thought this city was for artists and musicians. I thought it was for creatives who pushed against the grain. I thought it was for revolutionaries who wanted to change the world. I couldn't have been more wrong. Maybe this is how it was 20 years ago, but now Seattle will drain the life out of you and steal all your money, hope, dreams, and your will to live. The only people who could possibly thrive here are the wealthy. I literally had to leave or kill myself: that was what it came down to. This city sucked the life out of me and destroyed my relationship. My now ex-boyfriend is still there, playing his guitar, trying to make it work. But he's miserable, paying $700 a month to live in a 10x10 cinderblock icebox in somebody's basement. Seattle is just a playground for the wealthy, where they can park their fancy cars, and their fancy boats, and their fancy aircraft and then shit all over anyone else. I'm never going back there.