Trail through the rainforest by my home in Washington | Hasselblad
There has been some buzz about Seattle these past few days, believe it or not. Being Super Bowl champs has been an incredible feeling. It’s also made me reflect on how I have yet to return to the place I, for so long, proudly called my home.
I moved from Washington about 7 years ago. I left home for Provo, Utah, to attend Brigham Young University. Up to this point in my life, I never really thought of where I would live after moving out of my parent’s house. Moving to Utah was quite the wake-up call.
The first few years in Utah felt temporary. I’d return home for a few months each summer to re-charge, soak in the rare Northwest sun. I became somewhat of a tourist. I’d reconnect with some high school friends and we’d hit up the Seattle Center, take a ferry ride to Bainbridge Island, or wander the vendor booths at Folk Life. It was during this period of my life that it hit me- Man, I miss the Northwest.
I continued attending BYU, it’s an incredible school and I was loving my classes. I was in a liberal arts major (Media Arts), and it was comforting to know that my studies would never threaten my own personal standards. And Utah was starting to grow on me, no matter how hard I resisted. (My roommates can attest to the ‘resistance.’ Man, I was a snob.) Nestled in the valley, Provo is surrounded by some pretty majestic mountains. And at sun set, they are a breathtaking sight. Not to mention, it’s a mere 20-minute drive from Sundance. We were skiing at least once a week. So, I was happy. But I couldn’t shake this longing. I made sure everyone and their dog knew I was from Washington (with an embarrassing amount of pride). I missed home. I missed the pine needles on the sidewalk. I missed the crisp, damp air. I missed my Asian friends!
3 years into my schooling at BYU, I met Jordan. He was from Wisconsin, so he was further from home than I was. After about four months of dating, I felt like it was time to show Jordan my roots. We hopped on a plane over President’s day weekend and headed to Seattle. I knew all the places I wanted to take him, the food he had to try, the smells he needed to smell. If he didn’t dig Seattle, we were going to have some issues. But of course, he fell in love with the city (and me- we got engaged that next weekend). Little did I know, getting married kind of ties you down. Just a bit.
After being married for just a year, I was hired to work along side Jordan as another videographer for a Utah-based company. We were pretty excited, not only with the opportunity to work together, but to have stable jobs (in our field of work!) as a recent college grad and a soon-to-be graduate. And all of the sudden, Utah no longer felt ‘temporary.’
So, what does this have to do with the Super Bowl? Good question. I guess I just got all reflective and nostalgic and stuff with Seattle being pushed into the spotlight. I knew this year was going to be a good year for the Seahawks. I knew we had the potential to go all the way. Did I believe we’d actually do it? Did I think we could really bring Lombardi home? As much as I hate to admit it…
I didn’t think we’d actually do it.
To my defense, Seattle doesn’t have the best track record for national championships (2001 Mariners, anyone? Best record in baseball, didn’t even get a taste of the World Series.) So, Seattle fans are familiar with heart ache. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who approached Sunday’s game with a little bit of trepidation.
BUT WE DID IT.
And here I am, a few states removed from Washington, proudly waving my 12th Man flag. I’ve reverted into my bragging-I’M FROM SEATTLE!!!-mode. No matter where we go, where we end up, no matter which cities capture our hearts, Seattle will always have my roots.
I originally made this little collage as just a friendly weekend-recap. But as I wrote this post, I realize this weekend represented a bit more. I still occasionally wonder why I have yet to move back to Washington. If I really love it so much, what’s stopping us?
In all honesty, though, we are in love with Utah. We’ve had some incredible adventures, we love our careers, we’ve made some great friends, and we can’t get enough of the best snow on earth. But I will always proudly celebrate the place that made me, well, Me.