Moving back to Seattle areaThis entry was originally published at Ken Noland
So these last few weeks have introduced some major changes to my life. I’m moving back to Seattle and I’m also bringing my girlfriend, Isa, back from Germany to join me. It’s been a been crazy around here to say the least, and to say that I have been very stressed is a bit of an understatement.
My parents are ill, and most of my close friends already know that I worry about them. Yet, despite their illness they have decided to join me on the road-trip back home. There are some major conflicts with the schedule, but I think I’ve ironed out most of the kinks. I’m flying out to Germany on the 21st and I will be visiting with Isa and her family for 5 days, then I fly back on the 27th, pick up my parents at the airport and then drive all the way across the country. Somehow, in this time-frame, I have to pack, I have to take my parents out to a lobster dinner, and I have to find a place to live out in the Seattle/Bremerton area. I’ve got 4 days to race across the country!
When I showed up to Boston four years ago I had just three boxes. Somehow I’ve managed to acquire a lot of equipment and gadgets that I need for my job and I’ve also managed to build up a ton of trinkets and special items that mean a lot to me. Putting these all in boxes and sorting through what I want, what I don’t need, and what is unnecessary has taken up the last three days, and meanwhile I’m still working my normal day job and still talking to Isa every night for at least 3 hours or so.
I’ve met some great people in the Boston area. Most of them have already left, making me one of the last few original people. I never expected that, but my Boston friends went from well over 40-50 people that I knew down to a small list of only 5-6 people that I still hang out with regularly. It’s strange that I am still here, and it is expected that eventually I would move on. Going back to Seattle though? That is the strangest part of it all. I am a traveler at heart, never tied to a specific area for too long. Heck, this is the longest I’ve ever stayed anywhere, but I never got tired of the area, and a big part of me has fallen in love with the Boston area. This place feels more like home then any other place I have ever been to. The people, the places, the atmosphere of Boston is amazing to me and I hope one day I will return to this city.
“I was born under a wandering star”
-Ken Noland
