Seattle, I Love You

Dear Seattle,

You put up a pretty good fight. I gotta admit. And now, with this wild Blizzard of Doom? You're good.

Very good.

You may have thought you had me licked. I've been distracted. Discouraged. I haven't focused very well on my end-of-the-year-resolutions scramble. I haven't even been blogging. I was looking at other cities. I looked at Philadelphia, New York . . . other random places like Boston, Virginia, Georgia, Kentucky . . . you had me running around, trying to find a new place to belong. Well, guess what? I belong with you. I belong in your rainy streets and crowded indie shops. I'm sticking around and you can't get rid of me---at least not for about three more years. Maybe more.

Losing my job, going back to Utah for a bit, people problems, coming back, not finding a new job, more people problems, hating my apartment, major money problems . . . you had me all shook up. But, all I needed was a little more resolve. I had made plans. I felt good about them. Why did I begin to doubt? I'm not sure why, but I do know that I am pressing onward. Ever onward. Guess what? I got my resolve. And, I got an internship to boot! So there!

At this point, I feel like threatening you and saying, "Don't you ever try that again!" But really? All I want is to be in love with you. I think we've got a really good thing going here. Can we call a truce? Can I just have a chance with you? Please? This is me making nice.

With all my determined love,

Jennifer