I looked out the airplane window on my return from Michigan and watched as we flew over my new home. It was my first time traveling after moving to Seattle, and I noted my ability to identify the landmarks in the city’s sparkling skyline. The Puget Sound looked radiant. With a mix of pride, dolor, […]
I moved nine times in the past three years: each move just as dismal as the one beforehand. Coordinating logistics while arranging my belongings into mounds of bubble wrap and cardboard boxes sucks. After spending the morning moving into my new house, I was exhausted but eager to get myself situated. The prospect of staying
I quite enjoy the view from the bridges I run on. The Port glimmers in the distance, and the rustling tree branches dampen the hum of traffic. My lungs filled with cool air as I climbed the elevation on my newly established route. I thought of all the cities I’ve run in; the landmarks that
Since moving in, I have had a never-ending to-do list of projects and housework. The fair warning I got from others was right—I don’t believe one is ever “finished” with housework, and such is the detriment to being a homeowner. It takes up your time, your energy, and your money. This past month, I’ve focused
When he asked about my near future plans during my job interview, I feared coming across as yet another aimless millennial. I moved to Seattle two and a half years ago on a whim, dreaming of possibilities—of opportunities for this new chapter of my life, muddled by the reality of being a twentysomething in this