I will admit, finally starting a job has made it easier for me to be positive but I have been in love since we arrived. It is as if all my favorite things from Minneapolis and all my favorite things from Alaska have joined together and become one in Washington.
I am at peace, and here’s why:
THEY RECYCLE HERE. We get our own recycling container that is emptied at the end of our driveway every two weeks. It’s a beautiful thing.
The weather is amazing (okay I complained ONCE because we have no A/C and it was a solid 85 in our room a few nights in a row) but overall it’s 70’s and 80’s during the day and 50’s and 60’s at night. Sunny. Dry. Completely contrasting the “RAIN FOR MONTHS” warning everyone gave me. Joke’s on you guys. The weather here in the summer is Washington’s best kept secret.
There are mountains out my bedroom window, but urban sprawl just a short drive away.
Our town is adorable. Little restaurants we can walk to and antique shops and hipster coffee shops and a farmer’s market and weekly concerts in the park. It’s eye roll worthy and adore it. I have learned I don’t need a massive city out my door, but I do need things. Things within walking distance that we can do whenever we get the notion.
We can go hiking or visit the Puget Sound within one hour from our front door, and hit the Pacific Ocean and bigger hikes just a little farther than that.
There’s a running trail along the Puyallup River just .5 miles from our house. I love running trails so I don’t have to constantly fight with traffic lights or cars not noticing me.
Ferry boats. My Grey’s Anatomy fans, need I say more?
EVERYTHING CAN BE DELIVERED. At least in Seattle. Every type of food imaginable. Groceries. Clothes. Cupcakes. Alcohol. Friends, they’ll deliver a bottle of wine or scotch to your office. I have witnessed this.
Fresh, beautiful produce. Plus our landlords told us we can pretty much plant anything in the garden beds we have, and it’ll grow.
(I was going to add a picture of our garden, but it’s really sad right now. It needs weeding but my long days and our busy weekends have made that impossible. Next weekend mom, I promise!)
It’s home. My first big move to Alaska was such a gradual transition to feeling like my “home”. Fairbanks was smaller than where I was living before and I struggled to adjust to the weather and isolation. Washington (again, once I secured a house and a job) feels so natural to call home. I am so thankful I get to spend any amount of time here. My husband’s career is so impermanent it’s unlikely this is our “forever home”, but wow does it feel like a good fit.
11. But my two favorite things so far? Our very first rental home (all rental apartments before!) and the view out my cubicle window.
“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one!”
― C. JoyBell C.