The girl who couldn't make up her mind.

Song for this post: "I Never Told You" ~ Colbie Callait

Okay. Okay. Go ahead and point you finger. Say, "I told you so." I'll concede.

It's been 2 months since I moved out of Seattle and, while I LOVE my place, I've been really missing the city.

Why did I move to begin with?


Well, I needed some quiet. I needed some privacy. I needed space. All of those are true statements.

But, in retrospect, it wasn't the city I needed space from. It was from my living situation. What had started out as a really great living arrangement (me and two other ladies who are awesome) just wasn't that anymore. It wasn't fun. It wasn't good. And I wasn't happy. Do I miss my townhouse. Hell yes. Do I miss my roommates? God love 'em but not so much. Don't get me wrong. They're great, outstanding, awesome people who I have a lot of respect for and care a lot about. I just didnt' want to live with them anymore. We didn't have anything in common and I really love my privacy. I always have (excepting men I've been engaged or nearly engaged to and close family friends).

I love where I live. It's great. My house is beautiful, the neighborhood is quaint, the ferry commute is glorious. I absolutely do not regret my decision.

But I prefer Seattle.

So, when this year is up I'll be returning to Seattle. I'm setting the goal right now to be ready to buy when I come back. It's time.

Recently I was skimming jobs and housing in a few key cities all over the country (and London).  I do that occasionally, just to see what else is out there and if I'd like a change.

But I don't. In my recent search I realized that I have ZERO desire to leave Seattle. I love this city. What started out as a journey to find myself turned into just that: I found myself.

So, it's time to buy. It's time to settle in.

Besides, look at this shit:

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Are you kidding me?!?!? Why the hell am I renting in Bremerton!?!?! I need to jump on this shit like Condoleeza Rice on a salt lick (because, let's face it. That bitch looks like a clydesdale).

So. That's it. I'm moving back.

At least now I know, quite definitively, that I'm a city person. I can't help it. When I think about the direction of my life and what makes me perk up and get excited I never think about having space and kids and a laid back life and that whole bit. Those things are great and all but they're not me. I get excited about condos and corporate ladders and happy hour with girlfriends and a life of casual travel and continuing to position myself so I don't have to worry about how I'm going to pay for those things.

That's who I am.

And that's perfectly okay.