Three years and some days ago, I planted my roots in this Pacific Northwest soil as I declared Seattle the fifth new city I’d called home in six years time.
Shortly thereafter, I wrote People & Places Part II where I stated “the challenges and excitement that accompany constant change somehow soothe me”.
My twenty-six-year-old self that arrived that April 2015 day with sand in her shoes; wouldn’t believe me if I told her, that, here I sit 1,095 days later, in the same city, with the same job, in a neighborhood where people know my name when I walk down the street, to what I’ve designated as my local watering hole. I’ve watched people come, go, and in some cases, return again.
Familiarity. A concept long foreign to me for the larger part of this past decade.
And while, over the course of these years, I’ve learned new things and embarked upon many an adventure; the big picture is defined by the people who have surrounded me.
After arriving into Seattle’s arms where I claimed just a few acquaintances and a sole friend; I’ve been fortunate to build many friendships that I’m certain will last a lifetime.
Friends who make me laugh; who inspire me to do things; who pick me up when I’m down; who tolerate me when I’m agitated; who teach me things; who love me; and most importantly; who make the choice every day to make others feel GOOD.
In this time, sadly, I’ve also lots a few friends. I’ve allowed this to cause me pain; eventually coming to the realization that, such is life.
I started this piece several weeks back, and have spent many an evening at the keyboard, struggling to find the way to finish it.
This morning, I was having brunch with a couple of girlfriends, one of which, had just turned 30. The other chimed in to recall that turning 30 had been her favorite year yet, in that, she started becoming aware of the types of people she wanted to surround herself with.
Suddenly, it was clear to me, what difference three years does make.
I’m still far from perfect; I still have copius amounts of learning to do; I still talk too much, and tell too many stories; and I still worry a bit more than I should.
But one thing I’m sure of: 2018 me is far better at identifying who I want in my circle.
Aesop said that, “A man is known by the company he keeps”.
I guess my twenty-four-year-old self knew a thing or two when she wrote People and Places Part I and closed with this:
“I can’t be sure what destinations lie ahead; but I rest assured, wherever they may be, I’ll find myself in good company”.