Five years ago this week Adam and I made the trek from Colorado with a U-Haul stuffed full of everything we owned. Spending the first two years of our relationship long distance (he in Oregon, I in Colorado) we hadn’t spent more than 3 straight weeks together, yet were making the commitment to live together in a new state and a new city. I don’t even remember being scared (yes – certainly sad to be leaving home & my family & friends) but actually most excited and confidant that the move to Seattle was the right decision. That “right decision” feeling hasn’t changed since the day we moved here and I’m so proud of the journey we’ve made together.
I have such fond memories of our last 5 years in Seattle, almost too many memories to count. Like the time we watched Fourth of July fireworks with our closest friends on the rooftop of our first studio apartment in Wallingford; or the day we first discovered Cupcake Royal and whimpered with delight through every last bite; or our walk to the summer market in Ballard with Adam’s family during their first big visit; or purchasing our first Christmas tree and dragging it up the apartment steps while I complained about the bristles and Adam about placing it in the stand; or our endless visits to Pike Place Market for macaroni & cheese and sushi; or the afternoons when Adam would study at the coffee shop on 45th and I would sit next to him dreaming up our next adventure; or the first couple date we had with Emma & Jason sharing a cocktail over dinner on Cap Hill; or our first ferry ride across the sound both shocked by the beauty of the city as it shrunk behind us; or that Sunday I arrived home from driving Bailie from Colorado to finally live with us and our lives felt complete; or all of our afternoon run’s together around Greenlake trying to work off the fluff from the winter past; or my sister Sarah’s first visit where the blow up mattress took up every last square inch of available space during her stay; or the year we bought season tickets to the Sounders and cheered them on in our matching jerseys; or all of the weekend get-togethers with the Anderson’s, them making us feel safe and right at home; or the day Adam proposed to me at Gas Works Park at our favorite spot in the park…the memories, laughter & smiles together have been endless.
Someone once told me that you can’t consider yourself a local until you live somewhere for five straight years, so today, I’m announcing with great pride that we are officially Seattleites!!! I love our life in Seattle and I can’t wait to see what the next five years in this amazing city hold!
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