Today, my apartment in Seattle was packed up and sent into storage.
In a few weeks, I’ll be in Buenos Aires, enjoying a South American summer. And then this spring, I’ll settle – at least for a couple years – in New York City.
In college, I went skydiving. I remember being excited about leaping out into the sky… and not afraid at all. But standing at the open exit of the plane 15,000 feet up, I had a moment of terror, thinking: “OK – maybe this is a really, REALLY stupid idea.”
Of course, I jumped. With skydiving, it’s those first seconds that are the most thrilling. You’re upside down, your stomach is in your mouth, and you feel 100% alive.
This morning, I had that same feeling of apprehension. But now, with my stuff packed up and ready to go, you could say I’ve exited the airplane. 🙂
I believe happiness is about knowing you’re on the right path – but not necessarily knowing where that path leads. And this move, to me, feels right. We’ll see where I land.
To the people who have touched my life in Seattle – I love you. I send you big, cry-at-chick-flicks, embarrass-your-friends sloppy kisses. You might not know it, but I’m taking a part of you away with me.
Here’s to new chapters.
Some of my favorite pictures of iconic Seattle.