2 hours ago
It’s been exactly 2 years since I packed up the car and moved to the PNW. Something about here felt “right”, even if I didn’t know for sure whether I was running away from something or running toward something else that I wanted. Since moving, I’ve forced myself to embrace discomfort. I did brand management consulting and decided that I liked being part of the team, not on the outside of it. Then I got a job downtown that probably fits most recent transplants’ checklists; but I walked away after just a couple months because my morals told me to. I landed at a health and wellness company that gave me the autonomy I wanted, and a chance to exercise a creative outlet while I was dealing with pain. My other half was deployed overseas for my first year here, and both of my parents got really sick at the same time. There was nothing I could do to help from across the country, and that made me feel guilty. Maya also tore her ACL, which required surgery and special care for 4+ months. I thought moving would give me a chance to simply start over; in reality, it forced me to realize what’s really important to me, and to be brave. For me, bravery over the past 2 years has meant being more vocal about what I want, setting healthy boundaries, trusting others, and finding a balance between putting me first and being there for others. I had gotten so used to doing things on my own that I had to basically relearn how to be vulnerable, and accept what is. Before moving here, I knew that I needed time and space — to absorb, reflect and evolve; turns out that I also needed to be humbled by circumstance. I would like to think that I’ve grown, maybe not so gracefully, but at least I’ve had my best foot forward. I’m grateful to have a job I love, a partner in crime, and my health. I’m also thankful that cancer didn’t win in my family, and that Maya is back to running on beaches and climbing mountains. It has been a hell of a ride these past 2 years, and I’m excited to close the door on this chapter so that I can start the next one. We’re packing up again, moving down south somewhere with less rain, and that's a little closer to family. Taking all of the memories and lessons with us.