Almost exactly a month ago my fiancé and I moved to Mercer Island. We were looking for a place where we could have a yard, but in or close to the city. He was moving from Woodinville, and would miss all that Woodinville represents: horses, big yards, a low walk score. I was moving from Capitol Hill and would miss being able to walk everywhere, and culture.
Anyway, we were stuck. We couldn’t afford a real yard in the city, and neither one of us wanted an Eastside Mansion– not our style. Suddenly we realized Mercer Island was not just a great bike route.
This photo is from the MI Flickr pool.
Then my fiancé’s friend, who was raised in the area, started warning us off the place: It’s full of snobby people. It’s different from the rest of Seattle. Your kids will grow up to be horrible people.
We’d like to have kids, and we don’t want them to be horrible people. We briefly considered reconsidering. But the commute is great, and our earnest money was down. We were in.
I imagined a place full of Stepford Wives, which was difficult because I haven’t read the book or seen the movie. Anyway, we wondered if we would be shunned by our neighbors. Or worse, we would be welcome but, over time, become horrible people ourselves.
But it can’t be that bad, right? Both of us know a few people here, and they’re nice folks. Even a hip college student from work lives here- with his family. And a nice lady even gave me a ride from the North shopping center when I had to get home for a delivery and discovered that the little Metro buses don’t go down the island in the middle of the day.
At least it’s not the Marina of Seattle- that’s Belltown.
So we moved in. And I looked for a blog about Mercer Island, like the great blogs in Capitol Hill and West Seattle. I found Richard Sprague’s blog, which I like, and which covers a lot of local happenings.
But I craved more, more, more about Mercer Island, and started this blog. Not that I’m promising I will bring so much more. I’ll write about what I see, and I hope some of you will help me out by writing comments and letting me know what else is going on. Ok, to be honest, I’m hoping I won’t have to do much work. But this is a special island, and something must be going on here.