Underneath the mist and fog, there lies a great city with great dreams. Photo Credit: Alex Zyuzikov
Over the past month, I took some time off from the blog to properly settle into San Francisco and all the wonders it has to offer. Funny enough, despite the craziness of moving, transition can be an optimal time for reflection. You’re not just building relationships with new friends and colleagues, but adopting a new city as home while letting go of nostalgic reminders of your old home.
I’ve been thinking a lot about about my decision to relocate and it reminds me a lot of the first time I moved to Seattle. While circumstances were different, the underlying theme is the same: faith
After moving to Seattle, I fell into the stereotypical gloom and misery that so many people have warned me about. I’d never have imagined that one day, I’d become a staunch defender of the wonders of Seattle. I’ve been fighting stereotypes by writing answers on Quora about “things you wish someone would have told you before you moved to Seattle“, blogging about the 100 things to do and eat in Seattle, or spending over a decade jumping through life’s little milestones. But, somewhere in my heart I knew all along that Seattle was a fateful chapter in my life.
These reminders have been creeping back, though this time, with more faith and confidence than my last transition. I feel grateful, curious, and excited to explore and build new stepping stones on which I plan to hop around. I’ve been spending the past several weeks gawking over Yelp, getting lost on the Muni, and finding hints of newfound friendship in strangers.
Once I settle into my new home, I promise the recipes will return to the blog.
That goes to say, Seattle is still on my mind and it remains a warm yet distant memory. It is no longer a place I call home, yet still feels so familiar, like when you reconnect with an old friend.
This, my friends, is the beauty of transition.