*Suzanne, I’ll get to the meme later this week.*
There is something about living in the PNW that I love. I’ve lived in the midwest and the southwest, but nothing can compare to the beautiful mountains, the salty air and the blue skies. Mind you our skies aren’t always blue, and when they are it is a shade not common to other parts of the country. People in the PNW are friendly, environmentally conscientious and passionate. I have always love the PNW but I haven’t always loved the city that I live in.
Growing up Tacoma was the armpit of Washington state. It was this stain along I-5 that everyone drove past. We plugged our noses from the aroma of the pulp mill. We laughed and proclaimed it the “Tacoma Aroma.” We were terrified of the crime and gangs. Tacoma was the drug dealers paradise. A depressed town. A city of industry where the industry was fading.
PNW passion emerged in Tacoma in the late 90’s. The residents here got tired of the gangs, the shootings and the drugs. They set out to clean up their city. There is one area here called Hilltop. The homes are adorned with bars on the windows. Old and busted cars line the streets and on a sunny day you will find a lady named Miss Mae sipping tea on her front porch. I wouldn’t doubt that she has a shot gun sitting under her rocker (not likely). It was residents like Miss Mae that asked the police to help them reclaim their city. The police started patrolling local
parks drug dealer hangouts. The crime rate dropped and the people came back.
Today Tacoma, better known to residents as T-Town, is a thriving city. We are rebuilding our downtown. We have areas such as the museum district, antiques row, and the theater district. Neighborhoods are cleaning up and the “hilltop” is shrinking. That word, “hilltop,” no longer strikes fear in the hearts of residents.
Technically I don’t live in Tacoma proper, but it is close enough. The trusty husband and I lived in a loft in the heart of T-Town when we first moved here. I loved it. We watched the light rail get built. We walked to Starbucks on Saturday mornings. In the evenings we would walk around the Glass Museum grounds.
I’m happy to say I’m proud of my community. We may not be Seattle, but who would want to be? I’ve certainly caught the “go local” bug. How about you?