So I’m almost (knock every single wooden surface inside my apartment, every tree in the yard, and a couple of the cedar shakes on the apartment building, just for good measure) done with the CPA exam, and I’m trying to figure out what my next step is. Do I start aggressively trying to convince my boss that we need a Seattle office, so that he’ll pay for me to move up there? Do I just quit my job after this next busy season and try to get a new, better job in Seattle? Do I start taking some graduate classes at night and see if I wanna go ahead and get a master’s degree? Do I just table this whole discussion and lay low for a year while I get my credit card paid off?
I know I want to move at some point in the next 2 or 3 years. I will have been in Portland 7 years this next January. I didn’t really plan on coming here, and I certainly never expected to be here for the better part of a decade. It’s been a great 7 years, mind you, but…I mean, at a certain point, you have to recognize whether you’re a seed or a bee in the garden you’re currently inhabiting, you know? And I’m not a seed in this one.
(At a certain point you also have to recognize that you’re bad at making up analogies, but I haven’t reached that point yet. Sucks for you guys.)
I like the idea of Seattle as a next stop because it’s close by and I’m already semi-familiar with it, so the thought of just picking up and moving there isn’t quite as overwhelming as it would be for Boston or something. I try to dream the attainable dream, as S-Squirrel puts it.
More than that, it just feels right every time I’m there. It has nice, approachable neighborhoods like Portland, but it also has that thrilling grandiose urban chutzpah that makes me feel like a teenager on the edge of possibility. I miss that feeling. It draws me out of my own head and emboldens me to go out and try stuff.
It also has even less punishing summers than Portland. Major news story this summer: “Temperatures Soar to Record 90 Degrees for Two Whole Days.”
Yeah, they might as well rename it Andrewgrad.
Oh, and special bonus: way better vegan Chinese food than Portland. The almond-fried tofu at this one place on Capitol Hill will blow your goddamn mind. To completion.
Here are a couple of quick shots of Bellevue. Because even the Seattle suburbs are kind of kick-ass.
But so regardless of where I’m at next year, I need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do with myself when I’m not working. It’d be nice if I could find something where I could meet people. Book club, maybe? Language classes? Or cooking classes? Or a creative writing workshop might be kinda fun (or possibly awful), too. What do you guys do to keep yourselves occupied outside of work?