The Rent is Too Damn High

(Not affiliated in any way, shape or form with the NY political party.)

The word transition just gets thrown around whenever we don't take the time to explain to someone what we're doing, what we're going through or what is truly going on in our lives. There are transitional phases in life whether its physical or psychological.

I have began my journey of moving out of Seattle. Seattle has been my home for almost 2 years. It's been the place where I've grown the corporate roots of my retail career. I'm privileged to have had the experience, and I've met amazing people along the way. My favorite part of my Nordstrom experience has been the endless opportunity of networking. I describe my day to day job as a shit show that moves fast and scrappy as can get in front of a computer screen with too many moving parts to describe. The best part is that I've done it with an awesome group of people who love to laugh.

The city itself has been less appealing and has more recently been a poor fit for me to call home. I don't enjoy living alone. I loathe paying incredibly high rent. I dislike the city's public transportation system. I dread rain and darkness. I don't care about coffee. 

The biggest cons come from what I'm missing out on. I have to be incredibly selective of choosing between family, friends and random adventuring when I travel and take time off. Choosing people over other people leaves me feeling empty.

I'd like to be closer to family and see them more than 4 times a year. The sunshine is calling me to back closer to where it rises in the East. 

I have learned things about myself and my faith in Seattle that I never would have learned elsewhere. I discovered the life changing effects of yoga. Truly life changing. If my purpose of living in Seattle was to discover yoga, I would be absolutely content with that.

What's next?
What city will I move to next?
Where will I work?
What will I do in my free time?
Who will I hang out with?