Three years ago, at about 5 in the evening, after a drive that spanned three grueling days and seven states, we finally rolled into Seattle.
Just in time for rush hour traffic.
Our best friend had been gracious enough to make the trek with us, helping to drive the moving van while I and Dragon took turns driving the car, replete with all our kitlings. There were some crazy tense moments during the drive, particularly where mountains were concerned, but the moment we crossed into Washington, I had the overwhelming sensation of coming home.
It was intense and amazing and beautiful and confusing. But it was real.
The best part? It still is.
I’m constantly professing my adoration of this city, its inhabitants, the architecture, the lush nature surrounding it, and yes, even the grey skies. Being able to see the mountains in the distance, no matter which direction I drive, having some of the most unexpectedly humorous conversations with other Seattle-ites, discovering new places tucked away within the surrounding neighborhoods… well, it’s just downright magical to me.
I miss my parents and friends back in Texas, and the first six months here were some of the hardest times we’ve ever faced. But I wouldn’t change a second of it. Because ultimately? We belong here. We’ve blossomed here. We’ve discovered things about ourselves that we wouldn’t have if we’d stayed in Texas. We are stronger than we’ve ever been and you know what they say: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
No fixing necessary. We’re where we belong.
~Go Team Seattle!