Has it already been one year?
One year since I rolled into town in a rental car, after my Grand Am kicked the bucket in Wyoming. One year since I was introduced to Thai food, Top Pot Doughnuts, and this thing they call Pac 10 football (oximoron). One year since I was convinced that I would have a job in three days… when it ended up taking 3 months.
Holy cow, it’s flown by.
Ironically, I spent my 1-year anniversary on a plane headed home to Jasper. The year in Seattle has been a blur (much like the photo above). Seattle has been everything I thought it would be, and more. The experience thus far has topped any expectation, even though I’ve had bumps along the way.
I get asked all the time: “Why Seattle?” I usually reply: “It’s Seattle.” But it’s so much more than that. The experience. The challenge. The love that Harry & The Hendersons made me feel for the city that offers world-class dining and entertainment, yet a place where I could hit a a bigfoot while driving to work. There hasn’t been one moment over the last 12 months where I second-guessed my decision to throw a suitcase in my car and drive 2,600 miles — ok, maybe one or two moments —
Those who have lived far from home know that it has it’s ups and downs:
Downs: Missing weddings, missing births, missing family, missing friends, missing food, missing familiarity, missing out on day-to-day activities that your other friends will continue to do without you.
Ups: New friends, a new perspective, new things to do, new adventures to be had, new food, new sources of entertainment, new sports teams to follow, new climate, new opportunities that never would have been presented had you not taken that one, risky, step.
You weight your ups and downs, being careful not to base your decision on how the scale tips, but rather opting for the course action you feel is right. Life is not necessarily about being comfortable in your actions, but always correct in your actions. (Gosh that’s cheesy.)
I work for a wonderful company and have an incredible job. I’ve got salt water to my left and fresh water to my right. I’m 1 hour from good snow skiing, 2 hours from great snow skiing, and 6 hours from the world’s best snow skiing. And, as of two weeks ago, my partner-in-crime living just down the hill from me. Although, none of this would feel right if this wasn’t the situation I was supposed to be in.
Much props to all the visitors who have made the trek out to visit me over the past 12 months. For anyone who wishes for a place to crash… the offers always there.
Hopefully the following 12 months will be even more exciting than the precious 12 months. Thanks for keeping up with my misadventures everyday. I hope that the stories are interesting, the videos are mildly entertaining, and the links are ever-the-more random.