On April 16th my wonderful fantastic friends all managed to get together one more time for a going away party… which was pretty emotional. I love them for it but at the same time I had this deep feeling of not wanting to leave them behind. I have this horrible constant brick wall up against the world. It’s pretty powerful when a few special people are able to get past it, even just a little. Truly means something. So I’d say if I sacrificed anything of major importance in making this huge step it was having to give up the people in my life who made it better. Even so, I don’t plan on letting go just yet. I’ll be giving it my all in keeping contact as much as possible! I’ve started a letter writing/pen pal program which I think works out really well. And I effen love writing letters… cute and stupid sentimental things x3

At approximately 12:45pm on April 19th I landed at Seattle-Tacoma airport after a way too long 6 hour flight out of Newark. Kiwi (my parrotlet in case no one knows o-0) traveled in cabin with me and handled the flight fairly well in his little black sherpa bag that he proceeded to bite holes into throughout the trip. I don’t remember my first visit here last summer feeling so painful considering the circumstances. My nerves were in shreds the entire trip. I didn’t know what to expect at all about how my life was about to change. Trying not to think about it made things worse. I was kinda relying on hope. It was all I could do at that point. There was no more planning and there was nothing left I could change or do. My stomach was tied up in a knot as I traversed the airport looking for baggage claim where Kai would be waiting for me. I remember playing out the scene in my head so many times of how I thought this last meeting would go. A moment we’ve both been anticipating for such a long time. As should have been expected, there was no dramatic music or a crazy scene of me running into his arms crying. It was just Kai, sitting waiting for me. He stood up and looked over just as I was descending off of the escalator. I looked at him and lit up. There was that stupid awkward smile I knew I would be greeted with. I walked up to him with Kiwi in hand and broke the ice with a really clingy hug. I hung on for some time, taking in such a nice feeling of relief as I buried my face in his chest. In a small way it felt like home. And in a small way I suddenly felt more scared. This person was real again and this was it for us. One chapter came to an end and another began, just like that.

The first week was my “vacation”. No work. No worries. Just me, Kai, Kiwi and lots of jet lag to get over. All I could do initially was sleep. Some of the most peaceful and sound sleep I’ve had in a really long time. I’d forgotten how nice it is to wake up suddenly and find you’re not alone… and how annoying it is when someone steals the covers and drools.
Kiwi adapted very well to his new cage in a new room. I’ve decided to leave his wings unclipped. He loves Kai so much that he’ll fly right over to him, take treats from him very easily. I was pretty taken back by it. He’s never been this open and friendly with anyone. I’ll take it as a good sign, Kiwi saying “mommy, can we keep him?”.

Generally all the stress I previously had just disappeared. That is until my computer arrived in pieces from UPS shipping! I forever hate UPS now. But computers can be fixed and I thankfully had way too much to be happy about to waste too much time freaking out… I mean, yes, I freaked out… but not as much as I normally would. I didn’t even cry once! So shut up, it’s progress.

That Friday was my dreaded 25th birthday… Why am I so old? Why am I allowed to get this old?! I’m happy I still look 18 but… I’m not actually 18. I’m 25. I can’t do certain things anymore because I’m too old and feel foolish. Despite my small age crisis going on I had a really good time out with Kai. He went the “I owe you something nice so I’ll drop a lot of money on jewelry” route and bought me an amazing expensive sparkly necklace of doom which I wore all day long, blinding those in my path with it’s amazing sparkle abilities. But seriously, I’ve never owned something so pretty <3 we went out shopping and out to eat. Simple but fun. Upon arrival home I discovered our room had been filled with tons of balloons by his family. Was fun having a balloon pool in the room. Not as much fun popping and cleaning them up later on.
I also visited my new store which was fantastic. Complete night and day compared to my previous one. I don’t think I could have asked for more if I made a list out myself of what kind of work environment I wanted. The staff is hard working, my boss is nice and everyone understand that you have a life outside of work. I find it funny how I hear them talking about the few problems they do have in the store compared to what I just finished dealing with. If anything I’m glad working in crappy environment has allowed me to appreciate this one so much. I’m making the same amount of money in a city that’s at least 33% cheaper than New York. Because of that I hate to say I’ve been having some fun and spending more money on shopping and going out. Soon that’ll have to lighten up though, saving money is still very important for now.

Over all its seems everything is a definite upgrade or slowly improving. Downsides to everything? I hate buses. They’re always late. I like coffee but I’m a little tired of it. Same goes for Asian food. The only near by markets are all organic and natural meaning I pay like $5 for a tomato. I have to walk like 2 miles to reach the nearest fast food place… is that a bad thing after all? There’s this annoying trend among the teenagers here to drop out of school and become homeless transients and complain about it. Yes, it’s rainy or overcast frequently… but some how there’s no hair ruining humidity o_o. People often approach us and offer drugs freely in a friendly manner. The crazy people here really are crazy. Internet culture is taken to an extreme. There are a lot of hippies. People keep jumping off our bridge. WTF. There are -very- few skanky women… but the ones that are come with extra skank. Too many bicycles. No deli’s. No more awesome pizza. If you meet a really nice and good looking guy he’s definitely gay. Wifi is everywhere but it doesn’t like to work. Everything has it’s own culture here which people take way too seriously. Everyone LOVES Obama and if you’re against him they far too politely respect that.

Think that’s about it…

So, I like my life. Again. Finally. THE END.