For most of my life and until recently I was a resident Masshole from Massachusetts. I had a good life and friends and all and I wore enough clothes during winter - I even drove recklessly in heavy snowstorms! But then I got antsy and I looked westward and got in my car and left. I made up a few reasons to come to Seattle like "there's an exciting tech industry!" and "there's an exciting music industry" and "Nirvana's from there!". But really I just wanted to go so I left.
The whole trip took 2 months and I felt almost every day like I was going to cry either from pure joy or despair. It felt like a long dream that never ended. I wasn't generally happy nor generally sad - I went through intense emotions very quickly. A lot of the time the primary influence on my mood seemed to be the music playing on the radio.
When I got to Seattle and I pulled up to the apartment I'd found on craigslist a few days before though, it wasn't raining like I thought it might be. It was a bright August afternoon and I didn't have to drive anymore.