It’s been 3 years to the day since I rolled into town on the wheels of a rental car (mine had just died in Wyoming) with no job, knowing no one. In 3 weeks we’ll have moved into what will be me fourth place of residence within the city. Always assumed I’d be here for 2 years, max. It only feels like I’ve been here 3 months.
Blast from the past: May 10, 2009. Day 3 of my inaugural trip to Seattle.
Little interesting tidbit is that Chelsea’s first apartment (we weren’t talking, much less dating at the time) is just over my right shoulder. She wouldn’t move here for 2 1/2 years.