I know it must be hard to say goodbye to a friend as they leave for what’s supposed to be a month long vacation, only to have them write one day, saying, “I’m staying! I live here now!”. As enthusiastic I am about my change in life (which, it’s really not a change, but what I was supposed to be doing all along), I’m sure my friends in Seattle who I regularly see, while happy for me are probably wondering, “well what’s wrong with Seattle? What about us?”
That’s just the vibe I’m getting.
Well, you guys know who you are, and you need to know that I haven’t stopped loving any of you. I’d never forget you. Just because I’m in another land and feel less passionate about living in Seattle, does not negate how highly I regard our friendship. And just because I’m flourishing and fulfilling my destiny in another land, does not mean that I have stopped needing your friendship and support. I don’t only hope for friends to be there for me when I’m down, I need them when I’m happy too. So stop the pouting you guys and get ready for my upcoming visit – we’re going to have a blast!
I dug this up while going through my pictures… it’s a little collage I made of pictures I took in Pike Place Market. One of the things I love about Seattle.
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Oh, that’s the vibe I get, too, and I though I really, really want others to be as exited as I am, it’s not gonna happen… to them, it means I’m gone from their daily life. People’s reactions really took me by surprise… and they still puzzle me.
Is there a book about this? Hmm, I’m curious.
Well, San Francisco Bay will always be my home and one of my favorite cities, but the flavor of life abroad is delicious
This topic is probably *the* issue for many expats, I’ve seen…
Carissima Tina,
I don’t know if it’s because I’m a fellow nomad soul that all these “changes” you’re making make sense to me, but you know I am always sending good ju-ju your way, where ever you are.
If anything, these distances can crystalize our understanding of someone, something…someplace, and have us love it more truly. And that is something tango let’s us do, have a physical expression of our nostalgia and yearning for lovers, places…and friends, too. Beautiful friends with whom we have created beautiful moments with.
I want to say sorry for not commenting as much as I should…it’s just that I want to say so much and it’s hard to edit…I just want our “chiachere” really, and comment about random things, like how the cherry blossoms look like pink popcorn on the branches right now.
Well, I have missed you, but I’m glad I get to have this anticipation of welcoming you back, chica. For however much time…it’s allll goooood.
baci,
Kita
I, for one, don’t think that you’ve forgotten about me! Perhaps because I don’t really classify as a “Seattle” friend anymore since I’ve lived in two places since then.
In any case, I am so proud of you!!!! Eric and I will be visiting you next year…or maybe even this year if he takes the job!! 
I love you!
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