I'm leaving. And I'm not coming back. Sure, I might come back to visit once or twice, but . . .
I'm not going to live here again. I've spent the first twenty years of my life here, and I'm closing that chapter permanently.
There really isn't anything holding me here anymore . . . and there's so much out *there*. There's so much left to do out there, so much I'm interested in, and . . . well, I'm done with Seattle.
I'm going to miss this city, despite everything. I've had a truly disproportionate amount of heartache and pain here, but this is also the place where I finally figured everything out. This is the place where I became myself.
But that's all there is.
And it's time to move on.