I moved to Seattle in February and two weeks after my worldly possessions arrived and about 1/4 of the way through unpacking them, I went to a wedding in Florida and gloriously twisted my ankle. I'm pretty sure God struck me down for bad thoughts (and if you find it offensive that I just said that you probably won't like me). So, I broke my ankle and foot and had to have surgery to put my foot back together, but not until after a pretty horrific trip back with connecting flights and wheel chairs. The good thing is that I became very good friends with Oxycontin and I'm not really into drugs, so I was able to pretty much drop it when the time came but it really did solve my problems with panache at the time. I moved to Seattle for a job (from Brooklyn) and to get away from NY after 13 years there. I have a few handfuls of friends here, but want to get out with some new people outside of the circle. I race bikes for fun (still recovering though from the injury), but when I'm better, I'll be back out there. I love my new job and so far Seattle seems fine as well. All my friends on the East Coast told me it was going to suck here, but I think they may have been a little biased about losing me.