So I did the thing.
It’s been almost a year and it still feels very fresh. A
couple days ago I texted my sister & asked what had happened. A year ago I
was an infant teacher and living part time in West Seattle and sort of had a dog and a
big group of friends and suddenly I was pulling into my boyfriend’s driveway in
New Jersey after a long day reconciling accounting errors in Princeton.
Over the years I’ve grown acutely aware of my tendency to
blindly follow a fleeting thought and only later come out of my Determination Coma to figure out what new path I’ve sent my vessel careening down this time. This problematic behavior is especially apparent when someone asks for advice about one of my weird adventures and all I can say is "Do it? Decide you want to do it and then don't stop until it happens?" Because to be honest, I'm not even sure how the little details worked themselves out. But they also seem to.
People ask me if I like New Jersey or PA or the East Coast
and if it’s better or different or less colorful. I’m sure there’s some scientific
explanation to this psychological marco polo game I play, but I don’t consider
my life in Seattle and my life on the East Coast to coexist in any sense. This move
changed me as all large, life altering circumstances are wont to do, and I feel
like I’ve adopted someone else’s life and personality as a result.
If you were expecting this to have any sort of rhyme or
reason, I’ve got some bad news for you.
I’ll be back with some photos that prove my existence over
the last eleven months.
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