In The Land Of Sideways, Misty Rain & Occasional Sunshine

I always do this; start blogging again only to give up just a few weeks later. I used to convince myself it would be different this time, but at this point, I really can’t say that it will be any different. That, however, is not the main point of this post. Seattle, aka my new home, is the focus here today.

Around April 2016, I started feeling the need to do something new, live somewhere different. I wasn’t sure where I’d go, and I had no idea how I would explain my newfound desire to leave New York to my family and friends, but regardless of that I did some research and figured out where I wanted to set my focus on: Seattle. I applied to quite a few jobs, and heard back from a couple every few weeks, but being across the country made the interviewing and hiring process difficult, so I was easily overlooked as a candidate. I kept trying though, writing cover letter after cover letter. after a few weeks of that I knew I had to let my family in on my plans. As I suspected, no one was too thrilled about my decision. It was hard to explain why I felt the need to move, and I know some of my family members took it personally, which is definitely was not. this move was about me, for me.

Weeks and a couple of phone interviews went by, and in late July, I had a Skype interview with a company. I thought the interview went well, and I was figured if I did get a call back I would have to fly to Seattle for an in-person meeting. I was pleasantly surprised when I was called back a few days later with a job offer. If I accepted, I would start my new role in 3 weeks, just enough time to give my two weeks notice and get my car out to Washington. This was it, the moment I had been waiting for, finally coming through. I thanked the office manager for the opportunity and accepted the position. 

My mom was the first person I saw after the call. my mother is the strongest woman I know, and I could count one hand how many times I’ve seen her cry, so when she started crying when I told her my big news, it naturally led to a sob fest between us both. (Unlike my mother, I cry over everything. I’m tearing up now just thinking about it.) Despite her tears, she managed to choke out words of support and encouragement, and I know that was not an easy thing for her to do. 

Telling the rest of my family and friends was a bit easier, though there were mixed reactions between “yay congrats, a new job!” and “holy sh*t, you’re moving across the country”. Yet through all their own doubts and disappointment about me leaving New York, my family did their best to support me, which meant the world to me. 

I shipped my car out, gave my two weeks notice at work, and said goodbye to my life in New York. As the plane was taking off I started freaking out, wondering if I was making a terrible mistake, but it was too late; I couldn’t turn back now. When I landed in Seattle, I was picked up at the airport by Dalton’s mom. Since she lives alone she offered for me to stay with her for a few weeks while I looked for my own place, which was such a blessing. What was supposed to be just 6 weeks of living with Lisa, my super cool roommate/ boyfriend’s mother (weird, I know) has now turned in to 6 months. It turns out that we get along pretty great and don’t mind each other’s company (actually, I think it’s safe to say we prefer each other’s company, but maybe that’s just me) so Lisa offered for me to stay with her indefinitely, until I felt the need to move out on my own, which has not happened, and she hasn’t kicked me out yet so I think we’re good. We spend our Friday nights drinking wine and falling asleep on the couch by 9:45. We’re quite the roommates; she’s kind of amazing. Also I get to live with 3 dogs, so that’s pretty cool too.

I love living in Washington, more than I ever even thought I would. I figured I’d like it, maybe, hopefully, but I didn’t think I would fall in love with it the way I have. It feels like home, which is crazy to say since no place but New York has ever felt like home, but this feels right, and I have no regrets about moving out here. I love my job and the company I work for. It’ll be 6 months since I started working there, and during that time I’ve already gotten a promotion. It feels great to finally be appreciated and valued for my hard work, and I love working for a company that treats its employees right. I’ve made a few friends at my job, but I’ll save that topic for another time.

As for my family and friends, I think they’re finally coming to understand my move out here. It’s not easy being away from my family though. I feel it most on Sundays, the day we would go to church and all have breakfast. It’s honestly harder than I thought it would be, but I’m getting used to it, and I’m so grateful for FaceTime and Skype that allows me to keep in touch and see their faces on a regular basis. 

Throughout it all, my boyfriend Dalton has been incredibly supportive. He knew how much I wanted this, and I’ll always be grateful for his love and support during this time, despite all the changes he’s been going through himself. He moved to my side of the country while I moved to his, and while it hasn’t been easy being apart and dealing with the different time zones, as cliché as it sounds, I really do believe this has only made us that much stronger as a couple.

As for myself, it’s weird to even type this out but I’m proud of myself for taking the chance, jumping ship into the unexpected and doing something new and different. It was scary to say the least, but it’s been a great journey so far and I’m pleased with the direction my life has turned. 

Anyway, this was a bit longer than I planned but I had a lot to catch up on. So that’s my story! I’ll try to be better about updating regularly, and possibly talking about my adventures out here in Seattle, but ya know, no promises! 

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View from my office rooftop!
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A Young Friend

Last week, I heard the unfortunate news of a childhood/family friend’s passing. He died because a drug overdose. Stanley was 22 and had struggled with depression for most of his life. Hearing about his death was inexplicable. A life ended so young. Though I hadn’t seen him for over four years, I saw his mom a few times a month. I knew he was having trouble but even still, I was shocked when I heard that he was gone. Stanley was a cool guy. He made friends with everyone and was fun to be around. When we first met freshmen year of high school, Stanley did not appreciate my sarcastic sense of humor. In fact, he was the first person that I can recall getting very upset with me because he took my jokes seriously. That was weird for me, since mostly everyone knew I always joking around and saying things sarcastically. It was a reality check for me and helped me realize that my sense of humor wasn’t appropriate at certain times with some people. I think that made a little more tolerable as a teenager as well.

On Sunday, my mom and I went to the funeral home for Stanley’s wake. The room was bigger than most but even then, there wasn’t enough space for all the people who were there. Many people came to pay their respects to Stanley’s mom and sister and that was great but I noticed something that made me really upset: people don’t know how to act at funerals. It’s like if people forget the pain that the family is feeling and they let their emotions get ahold of them. Yes, a young man’s death is a tragic thing and while it’s healthy to cry and grieve for the deceased, crying hysterically and causing a scene at the funeral home is just not right. We can’t imagine what the family is going through and our job as family and friends is to pray for and help that family, not make things harder by talking about how awful it is that he died so young. They already know that. Talking loudly over the phone is never cool either.

I’ve noticed this in many funerals but I think it struck me more because it was a young friend’s wake and there were so many people doing the same thing there.

So while Stanley and I hadn’t spoken in years before he passed, there are memories of him that will stay with me, like the group trip to DC and Christmas party at our house. Thanks to Stanley, I learned how to take others feelings into consideration and for that, I will never forget him.

Summer, where did you go?

As I was registering for my fall classes this morning, I realized that summer is almost over. Crazy, right? Feels like it was just last week that I was making plans for all the fun things I would do throughout the summer months. Have I done any of these fun things? Nope. Why is that? Laziness. I could’ve done more things, if I had just taken matters into my own hands and done something about it. I guess I could use work and my summer classes as an excuse as well, both of which take up most of my time, but still.

However, even though I haven’t done the things I had planned for the summer, it hasn’t been a bad summer at all. I’ve actually really enjoyed myself. I’ve been able to spend time with my boyfriend and both of our families, which has been great. I have made some positive changes in my life, and started on new milestones. 

There is technically still a month or so left before summer officially ends and everyone heads back to school. I have one more month to do one of things on my list. I don’t know if I will actually do any, but I’d like to think that it will happen within the next few weeks.

And now that I think of it, there is one thing that I am really glad I did this summer: bike riding in Central Park at night with my sisters, their husbands, cousins, best friend, boyfriend and his sister. We were a pretty big group! It was so magical though, seeing the city through the park at that time. If I do nothing else this summer, I’d be satisfied. Being able to have that experience before my two older sisters left back to their own homes in Spain and Michigan was priceless. Every one had fun, and the fact that we were all able to do it together made it even better. 

So maybe now is a good time to make the decision to make the most of the last weeks of summer, before the hustle and bustle of the fall season and all its madness begins! Maybe I’ll plan a big barbecue or game night, or something totally out of the ordinary! Here’s to hoping that the rest of our summer is as great as we plan!