Moving Into Life

I’m packing up my apartment in Seattle after five years of galavanting in the Pacific Northwest. My decision to come north from Southern California was made lightly, in some ways. I had an idea of what I wanted out of the experience of leaving home but, no real plan. No friends, no family, no job. My heart will always ache remembering the look on my now passed father's face when I told him I was moving to Washington alone. He and everyone else didn't have much time to process. I didn't want to tell anyone at all, so I only left about two weeks between my announcement and my departure.

I had made up my mind and was not looking for any feedback. This was in every sense a soul searching decision tasked upon myself to see if I could make it out in the world on my own but, only two states away. It felt enormous for the people in my life though in my mind I wasn't going far.

I thought I’d stay in Seattle for the foreseeable future and have a low light life here. A peaceful life in the clouds and mist. Green trees, fall leaves, summers that never quite get hot. Things change.

Now waking up on a true fall morning at 7:30am with only the slightest suggestion of morning light, wet roads. I’m feeling ready to move in 18 days. I feel trust in the road ahead of me and of sound my of my decisions.