Seattle is the city that looks like it was designed by a lovechild of a coffee bean and a cloud. Its skyline is perpetually flirting with fog, the Space Needle looks like it’s silently judging your life choices, and somehow everyone carries an umbrella even when it’s only lightly misting. It’s a place where you can sip a $7 oat milk latte while arguing passionately about the best local IPA, all while contemplating if your raincoat doubles as formalwear.

The city prides itself on being “outdoorsy,” which mostly means hiking up hills that make your legs question their loyalty to your body, then bragging about it on Instagram while your dog gives you the side-eye. Traffic exists in a parallel dimension where time stretches like taffy, and the Seahawks can cause citywide emotional whiplash in a single Sunday. Seattle is a mix of stunning natural beauty, artisanal everything, and a mild existential dread delivered with a drizzle—and somehow, people love it anyway.