"The skyline is etched in my veins
You can never put that out, no matter how hard it rains"
But the fact of the matter is, I love this place with all my heart & soul. It's finally starting to hit me that in just 2 months I'll be moving away.
Several weeks ago when I was flying home from NYC, our plane somehow managed to fly over all of my favorite spots in the city as the sun was setting. First we passed Lake Sammamish (where I could see my neighborhood in the distance!), then over Lake Washington, UW and Husky Stadium. We then passed Greenlake, Fremont and Queen Anne, and finally flew over the beautiful downtown skyline.
It was magical. So beautiful that I started unceremoniously crying and my fellow airplane passengers probably thought I was a nutcase.
There are so many things that drive me crazy about this city, like how it constantly rains and how sometimes I feel like everyone hates me because I'm a 49ers fan. (Whatever. Niners > Seahawks. Get over it already.) Nobody knows a thing about fashion, the persistent gloom makes people cranky, and our bridges are always falling down and sinking.
But my short list of annoyances is mostly overpowered by the long list of things I truly love about this place. Brunch at Portage Bay, canoeing through the Arboretum, Husky football games, and the ability to get good coffee anytime, anywhere. Boating on Lake Washington surrounded by majestic mountains and sprawling emerald forests. The flagship Nordstrom store, stunning nature everywhere, amazing Mexican and Thai food, and the fact that we gave the world Macklemore (you're welcome). The perfect sized city - not too big, not too small. The juxtaposition between granola hippies and Microsoft tech geeks. All of the overwhelming reasons why UW is better than WSU. How passionate and perseverant we are about getting our basketball team back.
As I prepare to move to Spain and start thinking about the rest of my future, I realize that I'll most likely end up somewhere else (and preferably somewhere with at least 300 days of sunshine per year).
It's time for me to move on. I've never felt this ready to leave. It's bittersweet, really. But Seattle will always be a part of me. This will always be my home.
Pacific Northwest, I love you forever.