Bellevue is a suburb of Seattle that has grown like a cancer to become either the third or fourth largest city in the great State of Washington. It is my great honor (ahem) to toil away five days a week (for the man) in Bellevue. My commute from Seattle could be worse if I had to travel across beautiful Lake Washington via the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge (a.k.a 520) rather than the more modern and higher-capacity Lacey V. Murrow Memorial Bridge (a.k.a I-90). The commute to work is aggravated by the foreknowledge of spending the next eight hours in a netherworld of strip malls, cul de sacs, and parking lots. People are rarely seen outside their SUVs except at the gas pump.
There is one area of Bellevue that has managed to build a certain character and that is the area around Crossroads Mall. A large influx of new immigrants has given the scene an international flavor. However, it remains an American mall, complete with Starbucks, Barnes & Noble, and a dozen other national brands. It’s just that the population isn’t 95% white and English-speaking.
But I hesitate to complain too much while there are people living and working in much more depressing places, such as Renton.