Seattle is my home
On June 7, 2010, I celebrated my tenth year living in Seattle.
Ten years ago, my mom and I traveled across country, in a U-Haul truck, to be close to my son and his family.
As I drove the truck across country, I felt sad and angry.
We started out in Rochester, New York, my hometown, a city of roughly 200,000 people. I’ve always loved Rochester, longed for it when I’ve lived elsewhere.
Moving to Seattle, a city with over 500,000 citizens, scared me a bit, to be honest!
For the first two years I lived in Seattle, all I wanted to do was move back “home.”
Seattle is a noisy, busy city.
It can be dangerous, at times, the traffic sucks, and it’s very expensive (especially fresh tomatoes, my favorite food).
But sometime around year three, I began loving Seattle.
By 2005, I knew I was learning to love my adopted home.
By the fall of 2007, when I was planning a move either to the midwest or back east, I was shocked by the realization that I did not want to leave Seattle.
I sat down and talked turkey to myself: Girlfriend, face it, Seattle is now your home.
I was stunned as I said these words out loud.
Seattle is my home now, and I really love it here.
So I canceled any plans to move, asked for my job back (which, thankfully, I got), and gratefully settled back into my Seattle life.
I almost left this maddening, wonderful city.
Scares me skinny, as my old buddy Helen used to say.
So I’ve decided to share with you all, on an ongoing basis, why I love living in Seattle.