I’m writing to you from my hotel room at the Northwest Astrological Conference in Seattle. My one, lengthy, solo trip each year—where I peel off the “mom” hat and replace it with oiled-up, talismanic bracelets and red-eyeliner—takes me to a brutalist building adjacent to a beautiful place. The DoubleTree Suites in Tukwila, Washington is definitively not Seattle proper, nor is it nestled into hiking trails near Mount Rainier, nor does it serve stellar wot and veggie rolls like the Ethiopian café where I visited my friend Katherine on Thursday, my first of four nights here.
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