The local building boom shows no signs of slowing down, with hundreds of apartment units and condos going up within a few blocks of our house. I hear construction banging all day. The narrow streets are full of speeding trucks and mini construction zones, turning a simple errand into a white knuckle drive. The other day, we watched a semi-truck from the kitchen window, loading those storage pods with a fork lift-- lucky people getting out of Dodge, or more likely, lucky people pouring in.
Since folks would give anything to live in a West Seattle bungalow, why don't I feel lucky? But the density has changed the old neighborhood so completely and strained the infrastructure-- public transportation, parking and schools, which are bursting with new students this fall. None of this growth was anticipated very well, in my opinion.
Last night at 2 am, I listened to trucks dragging in portable classrooms for the nearby school. We knew this was coming, but in the light of day, my goodness, they are big and ugly. My precious little desk view of the morning sun on the Olympic Mountains could be history. It's too depressing to even think about. Might as well let the hedge grow another 8 feet tall again.
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