Dear Diary,
Have you ever dated someone and broken up with them and years later when reflecting on that relationship wondered why you broke up with them in the first place? Then one day, because you’re feeling a little lonely give that person a call and they pick up. You end up hanging out with them and think you may have been crazy for breaking up with them in the first place. That’s when they do something awful and you are reminded you made the right choice the first time. Has that ever happened to you?
Personally this has never happened to me with an actual person, but this is how I am feeling in my current relationship with Seattle. We’ve been hanging out (I say “hanging out” because we’re not very serious, I’m actually living in a suburb of Seattle) for a few months now. At first everything was wonderful, Seattle was beautiful and sunny and green. I was able to enjoy the city the same way I enjoyed New York, with Sunday Fundays, walks in the park, and exploring dive bars.
Lately though, it hasn’t been the same. It’s as if Seattle has grow too comfortable with me and stopped courting me. Now he is constantly grumpy and angry and as a result I have grown constantly grumpy and angry. For almost four weeks now it has done nothing by rain and it’s the second week of June. This is a little excessive even for Seattle standards! I did not sign up for this when I moved here. Yes, it does rain in Seattle, but the constant rain is just a myth we tell people to keep the population down.
Since the weather has been so cold for so long I’ve lost track of the time of year. Several times I would be getting ready in the morning, putting on my cozy sweater and socks, and think to myself, “Oh yay, Christmas is almost here! I can’t wait for Rudolf!” Then it would occur to me that it is June and I still have 6 months until I can break out the mistletoe.
I understand that we all go through tough times of depression but I don’t know how much longer I can deal with Seattle’s mood swings. Once or twice we would have a beautiful afternoon and I would think, “Oh I guess spring has arrived.” Then a few hours later it would be pouring rain…
I now catch myself day dreaming of wearing sundresses and perched on a hill in Central Park wondering if I made the right choice in breaking up with New York. I long for its hot sticky days and warm nights, but if I had that would I be happy? Perhaps I would find myself longing for the soggy side of the fence.
Hugs and Kisses Till Next Time!
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