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That, and I was shivering from dipping my toes in. What kept me from doing it was that the cable man was supposed to be coming to connect us to the rest of the world, so I went up in case he got there early. Those dips are supposed to be good for you. For one wild, crazy moment, I entertained the idea of just doing like the polar bear club does and cannonballing in anyway, letting my body adjust to the temperature. I couldn’t understand how it wasn’t frozen solid, I’ve never seen anything that cold that could remain liquid except for nitrogen. When I dipped my toes in, the water was ice cold. I think of a pool and I immediately think of the echoing yells and splashes of children, but generally that’s because the ceilings are so high and it’s set in a big room…right? It sounded like I was standing in an empty museum gallery when I was in a fairly tight space several floors underground. It seemed like there should be less of an echo in a room with such a low ceiling and close, windowless walls with only a door at each end. I was humming, like I do when I’m by myself, and I noticed immediately that the way sound was working was all wrong. Carson was at an interview, so I grabbed my suit and went down to doggy paddle around and kill time. The first time that I went down there, I was alone. If the building manager hadn’t shown it to us in the first place, I would have thought it was a collective delusion that Carson and I were hallucinating jointly. And yet, in all the time that Carson and I lived there, we never saw another person in there at all.
#DON T GO IN THE BASEMENT FULL#
Puget Lofts was by no means full –I assume the rich people who would live in such a swanky place would want to be closer to downtown. Here’s the thing, though: no one was ever down there. Cheap rent and a swimming pool – I couldn’t believe our luck, even with the commute. I wanted to get myself back into swimming shape.Ĭarson (my boyfriend) and I signed the papers. Maybe it was just that I had dealt with so much upheaval and change since we graduated, but the nostalgia was strong, and I knew I wanted to be here. When I smelled that tart chlorine odor and felt the slick tile beneath my feet, it took me back to high school, when I was on the swim team. That weight room did exist in the basement, but so did a large, beautiful blue rectangle of pool – far from Olympic sized, but big enough that I was impressed to find it there.
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When the building manager took us on a tour and hit the “B” button for basement, saying she wanted to show us the fitness center, I expected her to wave us into an unfinished room full of weight machines and a sweaty treadmill. It’s a forty minute bus ride into downtown Seattle from the luxury apartments, but we have a great view of Mount Rainier and we even have a hiking trail.įor me, though, the pool was a huge selling point. Thing is, it’s kind of way out in the middle of nowhere. So maybe we would have taken it to begin with. It’s a really nice building, and we’ve made so little money (recent college grads in the big city) that we qualified to have our rent subsidized and lowered substantially. My boyfriend and I decided to live in the Puget Lofts because of the pool.