If you’ve lived in Seattle for any length of time you may have heard of the term, “The Seattle Freeze”. No, it’s not Steve Pool’s weather upcoming forecast rather it’s a relational dynamic that crops up between locals and outsiders (i.e. transplants).
People describe it to me this way, that Seattleites are “nice” in the sense that they’ll let you merge into traffic, are polite to you in stores, and overall are very congenial people. Yet it stops there. Attempts to break into the inner circle of trust are often rebuffed by polite social deflection. No one will overtly tell you they don’t want to be your friend but if you’re an outsider, making friends with the locals is and will continue to be a daunting task.
The Urban Dictionary defines as follows:
Seattle Freeze: A phrase that describes a local public consensus that states the city of Seattle and/ or its outlying suburbs are generally not friendly, asexual, introverted, socially aloof, clickish or strictly divided through its social classes, thus making the city/ area difficult to make social connections on all levels.
I was transplanted here six months ago from Los Angeles, and because of this Seattle Freeze I have not had a lot of success at making new friends.
Every single one of the people I know who relocated here from another state will tell you it’s hard to make friends here. They may not know the term “Seattle Freeze” but they well know the phenomenon. The only people who will deny it grew up here, and even many of them acknowledge it. (from urbandictionary.com)
In my own life, I’ve had the unique privilege of seeing this dynamic play out from both sides. Since I grew up here (i.e. childhood-college), I’m a local. Yet, I’ve also been treated as a transplant having lived nearly twenty years away.
When I went to parties or gatherings hosted by “locals”, I sensed suspicion or wariness from some of their local friends whom I didn’t know. Even a friendly reminder that “I grew up here” didn’t allay their concerns or distrust. Some shot back, “If you grew up here, how come I never met you or know you?”
In circles where I am the insider, such as the local Asian pick-up basketball leagues, I clearly saw the delineation with the transplants. In these instances the gym time is run and organized by long-time friends (some date back 30 years) and most of the players are also locals I’ve known for some time. And in the spirit of being “nice” and extending our brotherhood of good will to others, outsiders are invited to play. Many of the Asian transplants who play are from Hawaii who moved here for college and then stayed for work. Despite living here for more than ten years, the gulf between “them” and “us” was evident.
The Hawaiian transplants and elsewhere all congregated in one corner of the gym between games while the locals gravitated towards the other. Sure there were some pleasantries exchanged but it stayed superficial. When I asked if they ever went out to grab a bite to eat with the Seattle crew, they just looked at me with befuddlement.
My take on this from a relational and psychological point of view is that locals don’t know how to build trust. Many of my childhood friends have not widened their circle of friendships nor do they desire to do so. Some get asked to go out by co-workers and their response has been, “why bother?”
Starting a relationship from scratch with no commonalities other than the same city or workplace can be daunting and honestly takes a lot of emotional work. Friendships are tested. Who wants to go through the trouble of being vulnerable, letting a new person into your world, when you can rest in the safety of pre-established friendships? I admit I’m guilty of this myself. Having reconnected with some childhood friends, there’s a part of me that also wonders, “why bother?” Do I really want to go through the trouble of asking people out and taking the initiative when the standard response is “maybe next time”? Relationships are two-way streets and when locals turn it into a one-way street, it’s our cue to look elsewhere.
Now if you’re a native Seattleite and are prone to the Seattle Freeze, don’t beat yourself up too much. Since there’s a strong contingent of locals who have never had the opportunity to live outside of here, it may be hard to empathize with the transplant’s isolation and desire to connect with you.
I once read that some lessons in life can’t be learned from reading, they must be lived. This must be one of those lessons. The socials skills needed to size someone up, decide whether to ask for his or her number, and build on that relationship get sharpened when you’ve lived elsewhere. When I met good people in other cities, I sometimes had to make a decision on-the-spot as to whether to build on the relationship. If so, I had to seize the opportunity immediately otherwise I might not get a second chance. This was an exercise in trust-building, not only between me and the other person but also with myself. Could I trust my instincts to befriend someone? Without the luxury of a shared childhood, were they trustworthy enough to be my friend, my roommate, or my mentor? These questions could only be answered within the context of relationship and the risks associated with starting one from scratch.
I’m not sure if the “Seattle Freeze” stigma will ever be lifted but while I’m here, I will strive to make outsiders feel especially welcomed and connected to this great city I call home.