Am I still in Tacoma?

Everybody has heard of Seattle, Washington, home of Starbucks coffee, Pike Place Market, Microsoft, and ferries but Tacoma. Tacoma is a city that lies some 50 miles south of the Seattle metro area, however, it feels like a sleep little town with a great big interstate swooping by it. Traffic around here is awful I've learned ways to avoid getting on the freeway, I rather deal with the stoplights than grid lock. Its down town district has overpasses, tall buildings, art museums, a marina, and a lot of character. There are a wide variety of ethnic diversity, here, as well as class systems. Each neighborhood is unique in what it has to offer. I often describe Tacoma as edgey. Edgey is good until it rubs you the wrong way.

The city is divide into north and south by a very appropriate street, Division. When I first move to town, I resided on the South side of Division in a small, vintage apartment bulding, The Wilmont. I lived in an upstair unit for four years. I mention this because there is a lot about the area, the building, and that period of time in which I will refer too. My hopes are to explore, expel, disperse, and put to rest experiences I had there. All in all, it proved itself to be a catalyst for change but also a source of contempt. For the past year, I have living on the North side only a mile away but a world apart. I'm doing well but sure this isn't the end of the road either.