Moving. Moving far from where I currently live. How did we decide?
It came about like this: we went on vacation. Let’s
go somewhere neither of us have been before. For me that was difficult
– I’ve been a lot of places. I got the
travel bug early. My first trip was to
West Germany when I was less than a year old (yes, forever ago when there were
East and West Germanies). My whole
childhood, my father traveled for his job and whenever our family could, we went with him. We’d spend days, weeks, months in a new city
while our home base always stayed the same.
On top of that we drove everywhere we went, so there were many
extra-long stay-overs in an even greater amount of cities and campgrounds while
we traveled. As an adult, I’ve lived long-term in
Ohio, Los Angeles, San Francisco and Austin, and while living in those places I
took weekends and weeks off wherever I could.
I love to explore and discover new places - in my town and in the world. So I’ve been a lot of places.
In the end we chose to visit Seattle. The Northwest is one of the most beautiful
areas of the country - mountains, oceans, islands, the sound, parks, parks, and
more parks. Everywhere you look will knock your socks off. Every time you go around a
corner you might find a snow-capped peak in the distance, or boats bobbing
along a dock, or a beautiful shop or bakery (oh, the bakeries!!!). The rain makes it lush and
verdant year-round, so that even in the gray it pulses with life. It’s quite a difference from the dry,
sweltering heat of Austin. For all these reasons and more, even
though it rained almost the whole time we visited , we both fell in love
with Seattle.
Over months it slowly came out. Would
you move from Austin? Yes. Yes.
Where? Somewhere far? Yes. Yes. Somewhere colder? Somewhere
exciting? Yes. Yes.
Yes. Shall we move to Seattle together?
Yes. Austin is wonderful – oh, sure, I could do without the heat and the dryness and the
drought, and my own summertime cabin fever that comes along with it. The rest has been overwhelmingly wonderful – the
people, the food, the improv, the employment, the living, the memories. As the idea took shape, though, it felt like a good
change. It felt like the right time with
the right person to the right place. And
so, over a few months, it solidified from the mists of an idea into the shape of
a plan.
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