A Thousand Words

It’s raining here this morning. It’s the kind of morning that makes me wish I was wearing too baggy lounge attire, in a dimly lit room, reading a book or napping.

Sometime between now and next week (I don’t recall the exact day) it will  be six years since I made the move to Seattle. Sometimes I think, wow, I can’t believe I just up and moved. That’s a huge deal. I didn’t have a job, or apartment lined up, and no real plan for what I would do.  I can’t believe I actually followed through on that decision to get out of small town Minnesota and move 1,643 miles away from everything I had ever known. It was probably the best decision I ever made for myself personally. This morning is the first time where I feel like I want to move away to somewhere new and different. I feel restless. Trapped in the routine everyday life. It’s probably just the fact that it’s rainy and gloomy and I’m getting tired of waiting for summer to be here full time. I’m already growing tired of the monotony of my days that go something like: work, eat, workout, sleep, repeat.  Although, I have friends, and a good paying, reliable job here and that just sounds so secure to me and it probably wouldn’t be adult of me to leave that.

I wish I could go back to the summer days of my early life before I was forced to be a grownup and work for a living. I remember the camping, rollerblading with my cousins, spending days on end at my Grandma’s,  swimming and long days of doing nothing. I wish, in those moments, I could have really appreciated those days for what they were. Simple.