DailyBlog: What would I miss the most 3,000 miles away?

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For the sake of blogging, self-exploration, and contemplation, I’ve been slowly making my way through answering questions from this list

Today’s Question:  If you had to move 3000 miles away, what one thing would you miss the most?

I’ve moved around a handful of times in my life. Different houses growing up, and then halfway across the country for the first time at fifteen. Then again at eighteen, then off to college after that, then halfway across the country again at 25, then again a few years later … but every time I’ve moved away from Seattle, I end up moving back to it almost six years ago. Then I put down roots, real roots, created a life for myself with actual things that tie me here, and for the first time, I don’t mind being “tied down.” I don’t feel trapped or suffocated. I don’t need to feel like I can pick up and move again if I needed to on a whim. I’ve changed and that’s okay, that’s normal and natural. So, if I was forced for some reason to move 3000 miles away right now, what would I miss? A lot. I’d miss my job. I’d miss my boss. I’d miss my friends. I’d miss my favorite bar, even though I haven’t been able to hang out there in months because of COVID… (I still get take-out from it!) I’d miss the not-freezing winters and not-sweltering summers. I’ve accepted it, I’m a Seattle girl. This is where I belong. I’d miss finally feeling like I belong somewhere, finally feeling comfortable and settled enough to call a place ‘home.’

Despite how many times I’ve done it before, I would not move 3,000 miles away any more unless I was somehow forced to do so, and if I was, I’d miss … my life. I’d miss the that person that I’ve worked hard to become.