A year ago, I was in Seattle, WA.
I was there to report on a major story that I had written.
I wanted to be on the first day, and I was so excited to be there.
And then I had a problem.
I had to leave early.
The hotel was packed.
It was getting late.
I left at 4am.
I woke up in the middle of the night, because it was 3am and I didn’t have time to eat breakfast.
It’s been three days.
So I had time to read about the big story, and my editor told me that she wanted me to do it in the morning.
So it’s been 3 days, and no one’s coming to pick me up.
It seems that no one wants to see me anymore.
And I’m not even sure what to do.
I don’t know if I can do this.
So what should I do?
Is there a way I can stop living here?
I had to ask my publisher if I could do this, but I had no idea what to say.
I started to think, what the hell am I doing here?
The answer was no.
I need to get out of Seattle.
I can’t afford to live here anymore.
It was not that long ago that I wrote a story about Amazon.com, which had just been purchased by Amazon.
The stock market was going crazy, and the stock price of Amazon.co.uk had jumped by 300%.
I thought this was crazy.
I thought I was going to be in a big market, and nobody would want to buy my story.
But I was wrong.
Amazon bought me.
I now own over half of Amazon’s stock.
And now I can actually buy things.
Amazon has become my favorite online retailer.
Amazon now has over one million stores, and they do very well.
I’m also still in Seattle.
It feels like I’m living in a different world now, with Amazon, because everything is more competitive.
I get to do the shopping.
I’m able to do things that were once unthinkable, and that was not even possible before.
I’ve never been happier.
I have the opportunity to work with great people.
I work with incredible developers.
I got the opportunity.
I know what my customers want.
I am confident.
I want to go back to Seattle.
That’s why I am writing this article.
It is my home.
I like being here.
I really want to live in Seattle again.
And my home is not where I grew up.
I grew here in rural Oregon, where I live in a beautiful, secluded farm.
I didn-I never knew how it felt to grow up in rural America.
I never had to worry about where my food came from, what my neighbors ate.
I also never had a car.
I drive my car to school every day.
I live on a farm.
There’s no traffic in my driveway.
I love it.
I appreciate everything about it.
It would have been impossible to make it in a city.
I loved being here, and now I am not.
I just don’t feel like I can afford to leave.