I can say "The mountain's out!" and people will know what I mean. And there will be a mountain to point at.
There's a coffee shop on every corner.
There are more Subarus than pickups.
The people all know the difference between Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, and Thai food.
Nobody thinks it's weird that my city has 5 quadrants.
Everyone knows how to say Issaquah, Puyallup, Chehalis, Couch, and Willamette.
I'll be able to assume that the people with umbrellas are tourists.
About half my friends live in the woods.
I overhear regular people in discussion using terms like "localvore," and "freegan."
Chacos can be worn any day of the year.
People around me know the meaning of "U-Dub," "the Schnitz," and, of course, "jo-jos" :)
Bridges are everywhere and there are no tolls.
The bike lanes in the city are wider than the car lanes.
Any eco-system I want is within a couple hours driving distance: mountain, beach, rainforest, oceanic sound, waterfall paradise, hot springs, desert.
I can blame everything on ex-Californians.
Normal people recycle.
People drive politely.
Mossy front yards are welcome.
I can almost look forward to a mild earthquake.
I no longer have to worry about tornados. [Unless I live in Aumsville?!]
"Weird" is considered a term of endearment.
My neighbors are as passionate about their microbrews as some people are about their political parties.
I can enjoy First Thursdays again.
Trees are green in January.
50% of people say they hate Starbucks, but 60% of people go there.
Birkenstocks and beards are plain jane.
No waitress blinks twice when I ask for my order to be vegetarian.
None of the sports teams are really any good.
I can once again enjoy the deliciousness of Burgerville. Yes, please.
I can navigate the geography without a map.

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