It’s a pretty great feeling every time I get this question from a friend back in Missouri. I appreciate that I have friends who actually care how I’m doing now that I’ve moved, but every time it’s caught me a little off guard. I’ve said “Great!” but really, I had no idea because I had just moved here and was struggling just to find my way to the grocery store. So now that I’ve lived here for a bit, I thought I’d share all my feels about this move and tell you how I actually am liking my new city.
- It’s beautiful! Seriously, I cannot believe how much I love the scenery here. I’ve never been very outdoorsy, but Rand and I have found ourselves outside lately much more than ever before. Maybe this is because we have no other friends and not much money, but I like to think it’s because of the trees, the water, and the weather here. It’s not too humid here, so I can wear clothes that cover me adequately without sweating into a puddle. The trees…oh the trees! They’re tall, coniferous, and numerous-just the way I like them. And there are so many beaches with sands, rocks, waves, and driftwood. I don’t see myself getting tired of the beauty here anytime soon.
- It’s a big city! Mkay, the thought has crossed my mind…it’s not New York. I feel guilty thinking that, but NYC will always have my heart for some strange reason. BUT! Moving somewhere new is very, very hard, especially at this point in my life. Seattle was a bit of a compromise for me. I’m married and I’m a professional, so I’m stuck going where the husband and job is (I mean, I’m lucky to, yay!). So I’m happy to report that the Seattle skyline also makes my heart skip a beat. Walking down the street in Seattle makes me feel enough like Carrie Bradshaw to keep me happy. And I get a daily opportunity to yell at drug-addled homeless people who harass me on my walk home from work, so that part of me that wants to feel like a badass New Yorker is satisfied. So my point, I guess, is that my second choice city is feeling like home.
- It’s interesting! The people here are so wonderfully weird. You never know what you might see when you walk outside your door. I love the fashion, the street performers, the artists, the weirdos, this guy, and how everyone seems to feel pretty confident that you can look however you want and you still fit in on Cap Hill.
- Things have fallen into place! You know, like I got a job, and it’s going well. We love our apartment, and our neighborhood. My teaching certificate arrived at the last possible moment, but it arrived and that’s all that matters. I survived all the paperwork and bureaucracy one must deal with in order to move to a new state. We’re learning how to use the public transportation, and how to get groceries home without using the car. I scored a parking spot one block from my home (a step up from the one five blocks from my home). All that stuff that has to happen just for me to be able to live and function has happened, so there’s that.
- Loneliness. I’m experiencing unprecedented levels of loneliness over here. I didn’t even think I was that social, but going from a few friends to NO FRIENDS is still no fun. It doesn’t help that everywhere I look, I see people with FRIENDS, having FUN, doing fun SEATTLE STUFF. Plus Rand’s new job keeps him very busy, so I’m alone a lot. I want a friends so badly. Just one good friend, please. Can any of you possibly be bribed to move out here?
- Seattle traffic and roads are the worst. MY CAR TIRE ALMOST FELL OFF. Yes, the roads are in a pitiful state of neglect, and someone joked that my car would need fixed soon after I started driving on them. Then I started hearing a strange sound from my wheel, and I took my car into the shop, and I was informed that my wheel was about to fall off, good thing I brought it in when I did, blah, blah, yikes. Traffic is always a disaster, and every Seattle pedestrian apparently has a death wish. Unfortunately, my job is located 15 minutes outside of the city, and while my commute is short, a car is necessary. I won’t be able to cut my car completely out of my life as I’d hoped, but at least I don’t have to drive anywhere other than to and from work.
- It’s not New York. But I’m working through this one.
Moving is hard, man. I’ll admit, I’ve cried. And the calls and texts from friends have (understandably) tapered off, and the world is feeling much bigger to me than it ever has before. I’m glad I made this move, because nothing scares me more than wondering what could have been. But that doesn’t mean it’s been easy.