Well, I can firmly say that Seattle is absolutely opposite of home. I am slowly adjusting to the culture, and tend to mutter the words “Freaking hippies” at least 5 times a day now, which is a major cut back from the 50 times a day I used to say it when I first moved here.
I have transitioned in my career from working with juveniles to working with veterans. Both jobs are near and dear to my heart, but I miss the amazing team I had back in Tulsa. This doesn’t mean that the team isn’t good here, they just lack knowing and understanding me the way that my work partner Pam did. I wish I could convince her to relocate, but I think she is pretty happy back home.
While I find myself around family again, I miss my friends. It’s so different to only have my family because I feel like I lack my confidentes. I knew back home I could call certain people when I had a bad day and they would be right there. My friends typically knew if I needed a big hug, or a swift kick in the ass to gain back my motivation. I still call them constantly from here, but a hug can’t carry across a cell phone line. While I can call my family, I still feel like they will judge me for things they believe I set myself up for, or how I didn’t follow their advice to a “t” and deserve the consequences of whatever it is. Life is an adjustment and I’m learning constantly.
Luckily the weather here has been great thus far. I think I picked the perfect time to move here, and everyone keeps telling me that. I came in the perfect season, sunny and warm but not typically hot, and hasn’t rained as much as I expected. I know it’s coming, because that is what Seattle is known for, but at least I have plenty of time to find the perfect pair of rainboots.