Finally Home

Finally Home

I have arrived Seattle. I am home and happy; back in Washington State. I got off the plane, unpacked, and went to a UW football game. It was a great way to jump back into it. I missed all the people and places so much. My best friend picked me up from the airport. Driving past downtown made me realize the city was no longer just a nostalgic longing, but home again. My first week was full of happy run-ins and memories come back to life.

Go Huskies!


Not in D.C. Anymore

Around October I realized I needed to make living arrangements for when I returned to Washington. I asked around and found the cheapest place I could. I had a few friends living there and it didn’t sound so bad. After living here for two weeks, I am desperately missing my fancy D.C. apartment. I forgot how bad the usual college living situation actually is. I miss my messy roommates in my temperature controlled, built in the last decade, comfy accommodations. The RAF is a palace that all students should appreciate.


I loved my job in D.C., but it is also super nice to go back to not waking up at 7:00 a.m. Monday through Friday. I get to sleep in and not work from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. This also means I am back at my old job. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my job in Seattle. It is good for what it is and the people are really great, but it is also a crappy college student retail job that really has no purpose or future. I may not be killing myself to stay awake in a computer chair, but I am calmly arguing with twenty million angry customers a day. I don’t read the news for fun and I don’t get to hear about meetings on the Hill; I often discuss which denim wash makes someone look trimmer.


Seattle is full of a random assortment of people with a lot of culture and ideals. I love that. It is one of my favorite aspects of the city. D.C. also had some of that, but their ideals were less about recycling and more about etiquette and networking. In D.C., you do not hear about someone getting kicked of a bar for shouting about composting. Georgetown in D.C. is also a classy area you can go to drink, eat, and shop. We don’t really have any areas that historic or nice. I miss the simplicity of men in suits with a well running Metro and clean streets. D.C., your culture is somehow missed by me, even after my endless rants.


The view from the Hill was always beautiful.


What It All Means

I left for D.C. in hope of finding a future for myself and knowing more about what I want. What has surprised me most about after reflecting on my experience is that I have more questions now than I did before. They are different types of questions and more specific, but not at all what I expected. I was so in need of Seattle when I was in D.C. and now I find that there are actually many aspects of D.C. that I miss.


The question I ask myself is where can I find my happy medium? I am stuck between two extremes. In D.C., I found more success and ambition than I have ever seen in Seattle. People in Seattle settle. They are happy, or not, with they have; they make due. In D.C., people thrive on moving forward and leveling up, just like I do. I am overjoyed that I got to see that there are more people like me out there. I loved the work that I was doing. The thing is that at night, I want to go home to Seattle. I want the funk and the laid back attitude. I feel like I have got myself into a tough situation. I have always been completely fine with surrounding myself with Seattle-like people. Now I wonder if I could make do with just that. I have seen so much more.


In D.C., I see a prosperous future for of myself -- full of achievement, but I would have to fight every step of the way and be on my game one hundred percent of the time. Is that what I really want? I want success because it is one of the things that make me genuinely happy. But there are other factors at play. Is success enough if it does not allow me to take the time to sit back and enjoy the life I have created? I am not really sure it is. I don’t think I could be fully happy living the Seattle life of settling either. I am at a crossroads of uncertainty. I have no idea how I want to move forward.


All of these questions have been floating around my head for a month and I can still barely articulate them. I am trying to find my happy medium. I don’t know where it is, but D.C. has shown me that there are so many more possibilities out there. This experience has armed me with great tools to do more exploring and try new things to find out what my next step might be.

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