A New Chapter

Since my last post, quite a lot has changed. After 9 years of living in San Francisco, and 12 years for my husband, we moved out of the Bay area. Saying goodbye to the place where we met, fell in love, shared our first home as husband and wife, and became parents felt incredibly bittersweet. It’s impossible to adequately capture and explain now, and I suspect it will be something that I’ll process bit by bit. But in this exact moment, what I feel is a mix of intense gratitude for all the life that happened as well as deep knowledge that our family was being called to a new chapter and place.

So. Our new city? SEATTLE!

Moving during a pandemic with a toddler was more complicated than we anticipated – and it felt so much harder than we thought it would be – but after four days of driving, we made it to Seattle. We’ve now been in our new home for a month. The frenzy of unpacking and living out of various suitcases is finally over, and it has given way to so many sweet and still moments of realizing, “YES. This is home. I am home.”

I’ve been reflecting a lot on how it is that I already feel so at home here. After all, it took me the better part of three years to finally get over my homesickness for New York City after I moved to San Francisco. Is it because my husband and son have given me a new sense of grounded-ness that I didn’t have as a single woman in my 20’s? Perhaps. Is it because this move is something we’ve hoped for and dreamed about and the culmination of months of preparation? Maybe. But something tells me that it’s all this AND something else. Being here just feels right, and I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.