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There She Goes… to Minneapolis?

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Okay… Alright… I’m moving again.

I just got back to Seattle, writing love letters to the city that birthed (gross word choice, I  know) my  adulthood… and in a flash, off to a new city.

I love Seattle, I really do. It will always be the home that I built for myself over the last ten years. I’ve lived in a multitude of neighborhoods and grown-up as the city became a tech empire. Yes Seattle, I remember when rent was cheap, and South Lake Union was an industrial heap.

Now the city hums with an Amazonian buzz and Microsoft murmur. Kids with too much money to blow have tripled rent and killed some of the punk rock, industrial undercurrent that fueled the Seattle grunge. I suppose they have done a lot of good as well, but gentrification seems swallows culture… and Seattle is feeling the squeeze.

Is this why I’m leaving? Pfft…of course not. I will happily live in a fancy loft and peruse gastro pub menus galore. I’m leaving because I can. I’m young, lustful for life, and lack any true anchor to any single place. I am free to travel as I please… so I will.

But Why Minneapolis? Seriously? WHY??….W H Y?!

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I’ll admit, it’s really not my first choice (New Zealand) but I’ve never lived in the mid-west. Perhaps it’s a worthwhile pursuit to see what middle America has to offer. People have to live there for a reason, right?

There is a perfect opportunity for me to pack my bags and just go. So I am.

I promise to write often and build some lovely photo sets for my loyal following, all 3 of you.

Bye for now Seattle, I’ll be back soon. ❤

Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours; Seattle

Published on by Jenna Hutson3 Comments

After a 8ish month hiatus, I am returning back to the city that I consider home; Seattle. I didn’t really think of Seattle as my home until I left. I originally moved there about 10 years ago with two gentlemen whom I still consider some of my best friends. We came in pursuit of education and adventure… we found it in the diversity of culture and freedom of expression allowed by our new habitat. Coming from a small town where I couldn’t go to a grocery store without having to make polite conversation with at least 5 different people, the anonymity of a big city was a welcomed shadow. I went to college in Seattle. I rented my first real apartment in Seattle. I fell in love in Seattle. In a lot of ways, it is where I’ve defined myself as an adult.ferryview

I left Seattle because of a particularly life altering (bad, horrible, awful, dreadful…insert adjective describing the worst feeling ever) break-up. I needed a change of scenery to distract myself from the pieces of what had fallen apart. So I took a leave of absence from my city. It was a very smart decision and I am glad to have had such a perfect opportunity to find some serenity, but I always knew it was only temporary.

I’ve been back in Seattle for almost a month, but I’m just now starting to feel the beat of city life slide back into my regular rhythm. I like it. I missed it. Although it feels a lot more lonely than it used to, I am so glad to be back.  I cannot wait to see the city with new eyes, find the new avenues of vibrant life among the well worn paths of my history. It’s an inviting journey, and it’s an exciting journey, but mostly it just feels good to be home.