aurora borealis

When I moved into my new house near Seattle’s Aurora Avenue, I made a joke about the location. “Closer to my work,” I said. It’s funny only if you know Aurora – the implication is that my day job is something more like stripping. (It’s not -- people would pay me to keep my clothes on)

I honestly like Aurora for the diversity of people and services; it’s a diversity that may soon start disappearing due to increased wealth in Seattle and a stratification of classes. It’s a mix of light industrial, everyday services, and the American Dream.

Rents are less expensive here, so yeah, it’s possible to open your version of the American Dream, whether it’s a pho cafe or a plumbing shop.  

So we end up with car parts dealerships and Korean BBQ restaurants, hourly motels and holy megachurches, Alcoholic Anonymous hangouts and Eagles Club bingo. Dollar stores and dance studios. Thrift shops and donuts and florists and a store that sells only purple stuff. I mean, only purple stuff.

Aurora isn’t just just strippers and strip malls. But yes, it is also that.

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This is a pseudonym for a 40-year-old lady who would rather stay anonymous.

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