8,733 days on earth – Seattle, Washington.

It’s been a little over two months since I left Fargo.  Fargo has been my homebase for five years.  It was a useful place for me to have lived, and I cherish the lessons that I’ve had there.  I think of it as an impulsive time, but looking back, the decision had been brewing for some time.  Careful planning can come in the guise of impulsivity.

I was in Fargo for two months longer than my emotional state wanted to be there.  I seemingly prevented myself from moving on from an event, knowing, whether true or not, that I couldn’t until I was completely removed from the town altogether.  That time was difficult, but necessary.  I was glad to spend those extra days that I wouldn’t have had had I left on a whim to be able to slowly say goodbye and prepare to depart in my own way.  Had I left in an emotional fury, without tempering it, maybe I would have moved on faster, but it would have left a larger wake.

There are certain points in my life where there are concentrations of times spent sitting and staring off while in a place of isolation and just being overjoyed – overcome with bliss.  I’d felt it in Fargo about a year ago, but I didn’t have that feeling during my last six months there.  That feeling has come back again.  It’s taken some time, but I’d argue that the feeling happens more now than it ever has.  I assume it will part ways eventually, but for now I’m cherishing every day that the feeling takes hold.

Seattle feels like home now.  I don’t have any friends here, and that’s been nice.  Relationships are slowly building up which is good, but a part of me will miss being able to say that I know no one here, or no one in any place that I pass through.  The conversations that only last a few minutes with people that you’ll never see again hold so much more importance when there’s no possibility of running into an old friend.