A little more than two months to go in Seattle. Wow! I sense the time will be both too short and not long enough. My awareness of the events that need to take place before I move feel jumbled and without a conscious awareness of time: continue to talk with recruiter, leave current job, interview for new job, accept new job, pack (big one!), sell unwanted belongings, plan route that I will take to get to new destination (which is yet to be determined).
In general I feel as though I am floating around this city preparing to be “off on my own,” which is actually pretty ironic given the fact that I am a single gal who basically lives by her own agenda. I guess the difference will be knowing few to no people in my new city, which I view as both a positive and a negative. It’ll be a fresh start, with adjustments, challenges, and learning to balance a new way of life. I feel more content here than I did say a year ago despite the fact that in 2007 I considered buying a condo and making Seattle a temporarily semi-permanent home. (Ahem, can we say noncommittal?) My satisfaction is not really with the city itself, but rather with myself. As I drive around town there is an ease within me that did not exist a year ago. It can be described as a gentleness and a calm washing. It is this feeling, a feeling of familiarity with my surroundings (and yours truly) that drives me to fixate on discovering and yearning for more.
I am hoping that two months will be the perfect amount of time.
