We spend a lifetime trying to define the world on our own terms. We present a public face in an effort to tell a story representative of who we are, what we love, our concerns and what makes us content. A vital piece of that story is where we choose to live.
No matter the size of the city, cliches follow the announcement: I am from Seattle (it rains a lot). I live in New York (the people are rude). I live in LA (sunny and vain). These cliches matter very little. What matters is how a place makes you feel.
I am often asked what made me choose Seattle. At the decision point, it was a gut level instinct. Now, with the benefit of three years behind me, it is much more. Seattle, at this stage in my life, is the best representation of who I am as a person. I don't have to try to make it home. It just fits me.
Seattle is progressive. Seattle is tolerant. Seattle is driven by deep conversations. It is food and culture. It is supportive communities and people who stick to themselves. Seattle is connected to nature and a respect for the planet. Seattle is the face of a changing world. Seattle is me and I am Seattle.
Seattle won't always be my home. Other opportunities will come along. My dreams will move me into new and exciting directions. With it, the opportunity to leave a mark on a new city and in exchange its mark on me. I am without a shadow of doubt a happier, more content, driven and brave person, because of the place I call home. I don't think I could ask for anymore.
Thanks for entering my world,