Just moments ago I began to ponder what my life would be like if I never moved to Washington from California five years and five months ago. Would I be like anything I am now? Would I look at this troublesome world with the same eyes and ears? Would I be even remotely the same individual? In the most simplest of terms, no. Ironically one of my most vivid memories is crying ever so fervently into my pillow back in California when I first learned of my drastic move, yet I can earnestly admit that I am beyond grateful for this change. I’m fond of who I’ve become, not in a narcissistic way, but just in that positive and appreciative way. Who knows how I may have ended up if I stayed in what was once called home; there is always going to be that “what if” lingering to taunt me when my life grows awry. However, what’s done is done and there is no turning back. Odd thing is, I don’t think I would want to turn back even if given the opportunity to do so. Maybe old memories do reappear in my mind time and time again, when I happen to start reminiscing about the younger days. Sure, some moments I would absolutely love to relive and experience, but there’s no use in dwelling in those passing sentiments when the only choice available is moving forward. Where I reside now is the place where I developed my passions. Where I reside now is the place where I’ve met several of the most important people in my life. Where I reside now is the place where I’ve accomplished the countless goals I’ve set for myself. My curious mindset has been shaped by the myriads of souls and sights I’ve seen right here, just like my gradual discovery for a love of music and writing. This suburban city is exactly where I was introduced to the magical world of dance, including all the wondrous styles, skills, and no doubt the amazing driven people. I admit with my deepest, utmost sincerity, that despite my numerous complaints about this ugly state of Washington, I am genuinely happy and thankful for moving here and being welcomed to an endless amount of life-changing opportunities. There is practically no doubt in my mind whatsoever that I would have grown into a completely different individual had I stayed in my old town well into my adolescent years—my opinions would differ, my open-mindedness may not exist, and the most troubling mystery of all would be what my passions would have been.

Which is why I would like to say thank you, thank you, thank you Move to Washington.