Last winter, after waffling between leaving or staying in Brooklyn for close to four years, I finally bit the bullet. I decamped to Seattle. I used to think I couldn’t live without an egg & cheese from the bodega, McGolrick Park, or Pete’s Candy Store (where there’s no candy, but plenty of liquor). Now I do a lot of Pacific Northwest things, like stare at ferns and trees while I’m on hikes, and drink cups of coffee that take 10 minutes to brew. I am chill as hell. When I first decided to make the jump from the East Coast to the West, my friends thought I was crazy … mostly because I made the final decision in great haste. You see, in 2014, I’d gotten laid off twice and went through a breakup. After the second layoff, my mindset was basically, “FML, I’m getting out of here.” I broke my lease and announced I would move across the country in eight weeks. It wasn’t easy, and I learned a lot, sometimes the hard way. And even though everyone I knew advised me to give it a little more time, would you believe I actually pulled the damn thing off? May you benefit from the learned wisdom that can only be attained by stubbornly making a choice that everyone you know thinks is utterly stupid.