Six months at Medium
A Seattleite’s rambling retrospective on reentering the workforce after almost 15 years of self-employment
This weekend, I was out doing what I spend much of my time doing on weekends, which is walking around my neighborhood in Seattle. For better and for worse, Capitol Hill is not the bohemian geighborhood it was when I first moved here in 1997 (better: the gays can comfortably live anywhere in Seattle now; worse: the artists and bohemians got priced out)… but for me, those shifting cultural sands make city living interesting.
The dog and I were walking home after dropping a return off at a local Amazon Fresh, the oddly automated grocery store experiment. We wandered past a boutique on Pike Street that I’d recently read was closing soon, and I decided to pop in.
Ritual is an upscale boutique known for its gender-neutral gothic apparel, high-end leather harnesses, gorgeous tarot decks, and other esoterica. It’ll always be famous for me because once, while on a date with a demisexual federal investigator, he glanced at the gothic attire in the window and said, “That’s what I feel like under my work clothes.”
Walking into Ritual this weekend, I found the proprietress behind the counter, sorting black candles.
