This whole idea of moving to Seattle is such a large, complex idea, that sometimes I do not have room in my brain (especially at work) to even consider some of the things I have not thought of regarding the move, yet. Specifically, will this move change me?
I am midwestern born-and-bred. So is Dave. We’ve been raised on corn and grains, eat red meats, and do all those things other midwestern people do. We talk like people talk on the television, except for me, I talk like an idiot with my weird northern-cities vowel shift. When I tell people I suffer from the northern-cities vowel shift, they laugh at me. No, it is not some fictious disease, it does exist, but only spoken in the language of Speech Pathologists and Linguists. Believe me, I have seen both for this shift and my almost-incoherent lisp; I was bound to discover its existence.
Anyway. I wonder if we will change. We will live in the birthplace of grunge and Starbucks. Mountains will be visible from wherever we live. And we will live near an ocean! I have never lived near an ocean – always visited the Atlantic, once the Pacific, and now I will live near that and all the whale-watching vessels and Alaskan cruise ships one could want to be near. I always picture people that live on the Pacific coast to be so much more greener than me. I envision electric cars and lots of bicycles with big stickers that hate on Bush. That is another thing! I am a Republican! Will I have to be a Democrat? Are there even other Republicans in Seattle? See what I mean?!
Really, when it all comes down to the nitty-gritty, I want to make this move, regardless of whatever change may come. I want to be with Dave, our relationship unwavering. And I want to call this our adventure, full of any change.