The right feeling

Since I have moved from Utah (with lower taxes, dry climate and only 5 hour distance from Vegas) to Washington people have been asking me why would I come to the rainiest state. Well, to answer it I would have to go back to February 2010 when I visited Seattle for the first time. My first half a year in the USA was not the loveliest time of my life. In fact, it sucked. Yes, there were a lot of new friends, everything was new, but there was a list of challenges. Life, it gives you challenges before giving something really great and valuable - lessons.

Anyway, I wanted to go home but I couldn't because I would not allow myself to go home defeated. Homesick I, future student of a state college/university, bought a ticket to Seattle to see my old pal that I had known for years. I wanted to fulfill one of my dreams - spend my birthday somewhere I have never been before, by myself, alone. This trip was so much needed.

First moment I stepped out of the airport fresh cold air kissed my face. It felt so good, it smelled like freedom. My friend welcomed me with flowers and that is how my love affair with Washington started...

Getting on a ferry and going to Poulsbo, where my friend Matt was living promised me a relaxing vacation. Rainy days made me feel warm and cozy, tall green trees reminded me I was a part of something big, I was a part of nature, just like they were.

I would like to say "enough of this romantic jibber jabber" but I can't. When you are in love everything about the object of your admiration is special. So, we went to Olympic National Park... All those movies and books with Narnia, Iceland and other beautiful landscapes have nothing on Northwest of Washington, nothing!

Port Angelos and Forks remind of "Twilight" series on every corner. But once you get to the beach it doesn't even matter anymore. The view is breathtaking. Cold ocean meeting the sun on the horizon, the old tree laying on the beach showing off its golden bark made me feel like I don't exist anymore, as if I was dissolved in the air, in space.

On the day of my birthday I was downtown Seattle on my own. I had an old Canon camera from my friend. I remember walking up the hill feeling alone for a moment, when a homeless guy on the corner of the street started playing saxophone. Walking around the city, watching people, smelling fresh coffee mixed with rainy dampness somehow was connecting me with the place. I have never felt so free before...

I visited Seattle quiet a few more times before I finally moved to the area. At times it may not be easy in a new place but I have a feeling I am on the right path and this is all that matters. In the end we will all die and when my turn comes I will have peace because I will know I followed my inner voice, my spirit, my intuition, my Holy Ghost, my gut. So, when people ask me why I have moved to Seattle, I can simply say "I had a feeling"...