Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts

Friday, July 8

6 months worth

Today marks six months for me since moving from Santa Barbara to Seattle. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic and wistful, so I compiled a little list of —dare I say—advice. Essentially, lessons I've learned and realizations I've...realized. This is nothing shocking or new, but the three biggest battles I've faced in Seattle have been:
  • ...finding a community in the true sense of the word
  • ...not feeling alone in a crowd of people (did I just quote a 90's song?) 
  • ...and feeling productive even in seasons of unemployment
Like I said, nothing super original.
My biggest concern is that as you're reading this, you'll start to hear this guy's voice in your head. And for that, I apologize.


  1. Pay attention to who you surround yourself with; do they give you energy, or deplete it? Do they give you life, or make you feel small? 
  2. Be patient with yourself. Be gracious with yourself. And stop beating yourself up.
  3. This is such a first world thing to say, but buy a smartphone. It makes getting acquainted with a new city a gabilllllion times easier.
  4. But on the other hand, getting lost is a fabulous way to get to see some new streets.
  5. Watching four episodes of Friday Night Lights by yourself til 3am on a Friday night is perfectly acceptable. Hello, it’s called Friday Night Lights for a reason.
  6. Black yoga pants? Totally acceptable outfit to wear multiple days in a row.
  7. Half a croissant and three shots of espresso do not constitute enough sustenance for a full day of work. Nutrition is underrated—you are what you eat.
  8. Stay connected with your closest friends. If phone tag takes over your relationship, then start leaving lengthy messages so you'll actually know some of what is going on in each others' lives.
  9. Handwritten letters are timeless. You know you like receiving them. So write them.
  10. You have to be a friend to have a friend.
  11. You're not the only single person in America.
  12. Don't assume everyone else is partying without you each night of the week. You’d be surprised how many people/potential new friends are sitting at home alone with their glass of wine hoping you’ll call them.
  13. Pursue other people just as you long to be pursued.
  14. Forgive yourself. Often. And then again.
  15. "Fear not" is actually a command, not just a suggestion.
  16. Salted caramel ice cream makes a bad day good and a good day better.
  17. If you're of the photography bent: TAKE. YOUR. CAMERA. EVERYWHERE.
  18. Groupon, Tippr and Living Social are genius. Pity the poor cities who don’t have them. And then don’t move to any of them.
  19. Embrace the time you have alone—don’t mourn over it.
  20. Invest in other people deeply—but only the ones who have proven themselves worth investing in.
  21. NO one else will notice that your nails are chipped, hair is dirty, make-up isn't right or that you've gained five pounds. But they will notice you fretting about it. 
  22. Bitterness, jealousy and insecurity are ugly, ugly things.
  23. Sing in the shower. Preferably this song.
  24. Do yoga
  25. Always say yes to live music. Go in with no expectations and you might just come out a fan.
  26. Try everything [within reason] once.
  27. This is your new motto: What's the worst that could happen?
  28. Go on blind dates when asked, and don’t over-analyze them ahead of time. Again, what’s the worst that could happen?—a free drink, that’s what.
  29. Make lists. Even on boring days.
  30. Align your values with your priorities.
  31. Lonely 11pm stress baking ain't no thang.
  32. Surround yourself with creative people.
  33. Don't wear neon purple 80's nail polish to a job interview.
Thank you, everyone! You've been a big part of this journey so far.
And P.S...I finally have a new SUMMER banner, an about me page, and a section explaining the origin of that weird word I titled my blog: Spidatter.


    Monday, January 10

    finally here

    Seattle from Kerry Park
    I made it, I made it, I made it! Or maybe I should say we made it, since my sister and I split the driving, and my parents followed a day behind in a moving van (MAJOR PROPS TO THEM!)...
    We have had some good times with the moving truck, being that our street is abnormally narrow (but soup cute). We've also been to IKEA two too many times in the past 24 hours. And somehow I re-injured my tailbone pretty badly whilst picking up a dresser. But in the midst of reigning chaos, so many good things have happened already:
    • Our new neighbors brought us cookies when we were unloading boxes
    • Heidi (see photo below) came to visit right away
    • Seattle sports might actually be going somewhere this year!
    • Old friends and new friends are coming out of the wood work to offer trucks, helping hands, food, or just quality time. I'm absolutely blown away by the generosity and attentiveness of the people here. In love.
    • It started to snow today...and I drove in it for the first time sans crashing
    • I went on my first run in Seattle this morning! I jogged around Green Lake. It's a 2.8 mile loop trail that starts just two blocks from my house.
    • Stumbled across a wine bar that is also two blocks from my house that has free tastings every Thursday. Come find me...
    • The moving truck is finally and officially empty. My parents have been and continue to be phenomenally helpful in all of this. I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU GUYS! We could not have done it without them.
    Heidi and me two years ago the moment when I decided I had to live in Seattle. Yes, the exact moment.

    Thursday, January 6

    Not too many words for today...


    Just a song that might help get me over the CA/OR stateline...

    "You have opened up a new door
    So bring on the wind, fire and rain..."



    Sister #2 and I are off. Apologies ahead of time if I call anyone from a random rest stop in NorCal having an emotional break down. It's been quite a week.

    Wednesday, January 5

    Santa Barbara bucket list

    My last days in Santa Barbara filled up like giant water balloons about to burst. I've been on the brink of tears, which is very unlike me. I've been dropping my best friends into tiny time slots, which I like to think is also very unlike me. And I still feel like I'm forgetting something. But one by one I'm checking off my favorite Santa Barbara things and saying goodbye. It's amazing what you can get people to do when you whine these three little words: "But I'm moooooooooovvvvviinnng!"

    Goodbye Channel Islands...
    Sunday I ate at the best local Thai food restaurant with my fav group of people, and then literally binged on an entire pint of cinnamon ice cream from McConnell's with Michelle and Lauren. McConnell's is going to be a hard one to replace. 
    Yesterday I took long walk with Sister #3 and Jack to Backyard Bowls (pretty sure that doesn't exist in Seattle either).

    Goodbye perfect Santa Barbara sunsets...
    Today I made the pilgrimage to my favorite beach—twice! Sat on the rocks at Hendry's with Katelin during high tide. Went back for more later with Nicole and saw massive star fish during low tide. In between beach walks, I had lunch at El Sitio on the East Side (aka legit Mexican food in a part of town where you would expect...legit Mexican food) with Kelsey. FYI, I'm linking pictures to all of these names so you can stare at my beautiful friends.

    Goodbye happy hours on the beach in the middle of winter...

      Tuesday, January 4

      up in the air & out of boxes

      I had a full-time job. I loved my co-workers. I had health/vision/AND/dental insurance. I typically went to bed before midnight. I lived in a kick-ass apartment with hands down one of the best housemates I could have asked for. I received a paycheck twice a month. A nice one. I sometimes even bought myself over-priced fitness attire and expensive organic fair-trade chocolate. The post-college life was looking pretty posh.

      Then I did the unthinkable
      (especially during "these crazy economic times"): 
      There was a lot of thought put into it, don't worry. There was also a lot of fear. Okay—tons of fear. But I learned quickly to not let fear be your guide, or else you go...nowhere, except for maybe back to bed. It's a scary-fricken world out there. 


      My goal in quitting my 8-5 office job in a growing medical management company was to figure out what I actually wanted to do with my life. So far I can cross off "work in a medical management company." Even if it is growing and our gym memberships were paid for.


      I realize that this of course sounds very first-world of me. "Quit my salaried day job to search for my heart's deepest dreams!?" Gasp! Rough times. And maybe it even sounds a little (or a lot) like I'm dabbling in what this NY Times article calls the newest 20-something stage of life: emerging adulthood. In all seriousness, that article is onto something. Read it if at all possible. Big thanks to my previous boss, who sent it to me the week after I quit. No hard feelings...
       
      I dabbled in part-time work. I can now cross off "part-time bookkeeping" from my list as well. Or any type of bookkeeping, really. Or any form of opening other peoples' mail and paying their bills.
      Then came true and golden unemployment. Or fun-employment as it's been called.
      During this season I spent a good amount of time sleeping in, going on long runs in the sunshine, tanning on sandy beaches, and meeting my responsible and fully-employed friends on their lunch breaks.
      Oh and how could I forget? I also went to Italy for all of October. I tend to bring up Italy a lot. Apologies for all the jealousy that might cause, but it was a truly good time. Minus the 15-hour plane rides.  

      My life is up in the air...and out of boxes. I returned from Italy and promptly moved out of my chic, kick-ass apartment...and into my younger sister's old room at my parents' house. I don't know where any of my stuff is. My clothes are all in a dresser that is in a room down the hall from where I'm sleeping. I accused both of my sister's of borrowing/stealing one of my cameras, and a month later I found it in an old purse, wrapped in a blanket, under a yoga mat, in a crate in the corner of the closet that I've commandeered for the time being. That sentence holds relatively true for most things I urgently need to find lately. 


      Forgive the lack of quality pictures lately...I also can't find the USB cable for my dSLR, and have resorted to my phone camera. I'm sure it'll turn up eventually. Perhaps in one of the below Yogurtland boxes that my dad brought home tonight. Score!


      Yes, sadly...they're empty.
      I will go into more detail in a later post, but these last two months have been:
      • hard
      • trying
      • frustrating
      • exasperating
      • disheartening
      • downright infuriating
      With that said...

      I'm moving to Seattle on Friday! FRIDAY. Maybe even Thursday night. It's up in the air as well. Seems like quite the theme lately. 
      I'll be moving with Sister #2...
      Taken circa July 2008...pretty sure it was the EXACT DAY we decided we would one day live in Seattle together.
      Check out that Space Needle in the background...symbolic.
      Come on...it's pretty dang cute. Currently referring to it as The Beehive, but obviously open to worthier suggestions.
      So. Excited. About. This. Kitchen.
      !!!
      Love to you all and thanks for reading (onnnnly if you actually did). More on the emotional side of things tomorrow...doesn't that sound like fun?!?!  :)