My family traded in a long commute for an exciting life in the city…and I miss our small town country life so much.
The eclectic restaurants. The quirky neighborhoods. Picturesque Puget Sound views. Booming career opportunities. Seattle has it all. We moved here from a smaller town in the area three years ago. After years of a long and dreadful commute into the city, my husband was over it, and we were ready for an adventure. Wide-eyed and exhilarated, we relocated to where all the action is.
Three years later, I find myself wanting to relocate again. Out of Seattle.
We have amazing family and friends here. We both enjoy our jobs. My husband traded in his long and stressful drive for a three-minute commute. We live in a charming, walkable neighborhood on the shores of Lake Washington. But I’ve never quite settled into Seattle life. I’ve learned that I’m not as much of a city girl as I thought I was. Here’s why:
You want to know what’s not peaceful? Waking up at 5:45 a.m. to the sound of a bus roaring by your front door. On a Saturday. We live on a busy street and the constant noise is unbearable. But not only that, you can’t escape noise in the city. Wherever you go it follows you. The buzz of traffic. The constant murmur of human chatter. I’ve yet to find peace and quiet in the city.
Seattle is known for its horrendous traffic. Live here and you’ll discover how hellish it can be. I plan my life around traffic. Want to make plans on a Friday night? Not happening. It’s the worst traffic day of the week. Trying to get out of town during football season? Better leave early. Or you’ll be stuck forever. Traffic, and how to avoid it, is something I think about regularly. It’s a constant source of frustration.
The small yard
There’s a high probability that when my son wakes up each morning he’ll want to go outside. Immediately. But there’s not much room to play in our backyard. He can barely turn around in it. I dream of wide, open spaces for him to run and be free, in which to kick a soccer ball and play tag with his sister.
The small home
You know what else I dream of? A newer home. Our charming bungalow from the 1940s is not so charming when you try to raise two kids in it. The narrow “family bathroom” hardly fits one person. I feel like I want to scream when all four of us are in there for bath time. And our kitchen? It could be a top contender for the Worst Kitchen in America.
The lack of closet space
Along with the small home comes the lack of closet space. I’ve become a closet coveter. I want them all. A coat closet. A linen closet. A walk-in closet I can sleep in. Instead, I have small, bizarre closets that don’t come close to housing the excess stuff my children accumulate. One closet, which we not-so-affectionately refer to as the “crazy closet,” is located by our dining room and bathroom, basically in the middle of the house, because, you know, that makes a lot of sense.
Want to get your kids signed up for swimming lessons? Better do it while you’re pregnant. Seriously, the waitlists for every type of activity are insane. I got an email recently that said my daughter would be signed up for club swimming in 2018. Really? Okay. That sounds reasonable.
My stress level
I’m naturally a pretty calm person. But I haven’t been since we moved to Seattle. Drive out of the city and I can literally feel the tension leaving my body. It’s the hustle and bustle and the fast pace of the city that stresses me out.