My friend Ashleigh moved to town from DC about a month ago and I couldn’t be happier about it :)
It’s kind of strange, but even though we weren’t superclose before I moved to Seattle and I’ve made some great friends here, it’s nice to know someone who knows a bit of my former self if that makes sense.
I know I talk about DC all the time because it’s where I moved from to get here, but I really only lived there about 4 years. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I kind of hate when people ask where I’m from because I never know how to answer; since I was 15, DC is the place I’ve spent the most time but it seems inauthentic to say I’m from there. Two years in two high schools in two states, three years at Ball State, one year abroad, two at Mizzou, four in DC, and I’m astounded that it’s already been a year and a half in Seattle.
I don’t know how long we’ll be here or where we’ll go next, but it’s been on my mind. One thing I do know is that I’m glad that we came here. Now I know that I can move and adapt and make it work in a new place. I have a better sense of myself and what I like and don’t like and I truly feel just how lucky I am to have a partner by my side to make transitions like this one easier.
Looking back at this post, I’m a little shocked at myself for making such a bold move in the face of so much uncertainty, but then again I always have been one to go all in when my mind’s made up. We had exactly four weeks from the day I said “yes” to this job to the day we started our long drive across the country.
This is getting long. I guess what I’m trying to say is that starting in a new place is not always easy and it’s not always fun, but I’m glad that I’ve experienced both the good and the bad of doing so. There are too many exciting possibilities not to try something once…you never know what could happen!
