Continuing my travels, I decided to spend three months in a location I'd not visited for 35 years.
I had fond memories of driving through this (once small) town for late-night ferry rides. As a child, I’d snuggle into the back window of our old Volvo and gaze up at the glittering stars in the dark blue sky.
Now I wanted to study under a particular professor who taught there.
When I shared my travel plans with others, they voiced concerns.
I wasn’t too worried about their warnings (not my best travel safety moment), because no place is really entirely safe. I was thinking...how bad could little old Bremerton, WA have become?
Preferring a short commute, I moved forward with renting a furnished student apartment near class, sight unseen.
Operated by the college, I assumed it was the wisest choice.
After moving in, sirens roared by at all hours (and multiple times during phone calls). With humor, I just had to keep apologizing to callers on the other end of the line.
Then, while pulling into my parking spot, a security guard greeted me, advising me to not be out alone (grocery shopping).
To make sure I understood the gravity of the situation, he pointed to the homes surrounding me, and said they were meth houses.
I never would have imagined such things.
The security guard then walked down our row of apartments and rattled each doorknob, to make sure residents were locked in for the night.
I was already moved in. Classes had already started. How was I was going to ride this out?
I escaped to nearby Silverdale.
For food. For shopping
It was quite nice. Even REI was there.
It’s where I had my very first taste of black sticky rice pudding. Nothing has matched it since.
And the owner (chef) is so talented , the server so thoughtful, their kindness alone is worth the trip.