Seattle feels like home...

Somewhere in-between the sunshine, venti vanilla latte from Starbucks, and walking my pup around Cap Hill this weekend, something happened -- I looked around and realized that Seattle finally felt like home.

From the comfort of my over-priced studio nestled in the heart of Cap Hill, I finally feel like Seattle is my home. I'm surrounded by hipsters and coffee and vape pens... flannel and Dr. Martens... intentional graffiti that walks a fine line between art and anarchy, a million concert flyers,  restaurants touting the latest local, organic "food of the moment", millennials walking the streets with more yoga mats than I can count, a city that has more dogs than kids, BRUNCH...

Oyster Shooters from Coastal Kitchen

I actually get to call the fastest growing city in the country my home. I commiserate about the constant overcast and rain October through April, finally understand the importance of Vitamin D, that S.A.D. is a real thing, and that it can actually be cloudy, sunny and raining all at the same time.

Next month marks 4 years in Seattle and I feel so very blessed to have been able to experience so much in my time here. It's like I'm in my Senior year about to graduate from the city, ready to step into the "real world" and grow into my understanding of who I am and what I want to do with my time here.

This city isn't for everyone. The seemingly never-ending overcast days might get to you before the "Seattle Freeze", but if you can hang in there, this city is ripe for the taking and has so much to offer! I have met some of the most brilliant women in my life here and feel honored to call so many of these women my friends. I've learned to love myself and what self-care actually looks and feels like.

Seattle Graffiti 

I've healed my heart and received the blessing of love being open to something new. I'm growing in my career and also gaining confidence in being my authentic self -- someone who loves the stability of a 9 to 5, but also working on their passion projects. I dream of being able to marry the two and living in Seattle is allowing me to lay the foundation for achieving that.

To Seattle -- the city I couldn't find on the map, the city I had never seen before moving here, the city that nearly ate me up in those first 6 months -- this is my little emo love letter to you. It's taken a while, but we finally fit.