I am very good at keeping secrets . . . just not my own . . . which is why the past few days have been excruciating for me.
It is no secret to friends, family and readers of this blog that I miss the east coast which is why I am thrilled to post that I will be moving back to Philly at the end of January. It was great to share the news with family over the holidays and for some, I imagine the news was better than the tchotkes they received as Christmas presents. I got the good news about a job on Christmas Eve and loved walking around Philly knowing that the city would be home to me again soon. My waistline also appreciated it as I did not feel the need to binge on my favorite street food locales. I'm looking at you Geno's, Reading Terminal Market, Rachael's Nosherie and Wawa
Returning to Seattle on Tuesday night was much different. As much as I have complained about this city, its people and its weather, I have made a fun life here. Had I not found this city so unfriendly, I would not have joined the Junior League in an attempt to make friends which has led to some amazing friendships and leadership trainings. I even had a fun stint as a burlesque dancer! My other Seattle friendships have grown profoundly deeper within the past year and I will miss our antics.
Resigning from my job this morning was also surprisingly emotional . . . as in I actually teared up and blubbered into a quasi-professional version of "it's not you, it's me". "You" being my firm and "me" being my need to be back on the East Coast.
Bittersweet is a term I have thrown around with wild abandon in the past few days. This move has reminded me of something I often experience on the last days of my vacation. No matter how much exploring I do, it always seems that I stumble upon a great restaurant, part of town or group of travellers on my last day of vacation. So this month feels like the last of a 5 year vacation . . .