I don’t know why I’ve been resistant to moving to Seattle lately. I was pretty excited when I flew there in June and drove around in my rental Subaru attempting to blend in with my black boots. You should’ve seen me stomping around downtown with intent and purpose. I felt like I belonged. I felt comfortable then with the idea of living there. Ironically, my Texan pride has gone off the charts since I left Seattle. I think then I knew I was leaving Texas, perhaps forever.

But at some point the comfortability became unease and uncertainty. I’m moving away from everything and everyone I know. Can I do this? Why am I doing this?

Because it’s your dream. It was something we shared, but it was never truly our dream.

Oh.

You should go. Seattle would be good for you.

Yeah, maybe. I wish…

I know. But that’s okay. We’ll be happier this way. I’m happy. You should be too.

I think I am. Just apprehensive. I don’t know what’s on the other side.

Well, I’ve known you for a long time and your think and communicate in music. Just remember your song “Gypsy” by Fleetwood Mac. I think the lyric goes “The gypsy embraces freedom with a little fear” and then she says she has no fear, she has only love.

Yeah, something like that.

So take your love – and I know you’re capable of having a lot of love – take that and let that carry you to the next phase of your life. I know you love me. I know you care. But like you said, you have to care and love yourself now. I think you should. Do it. You’ll be and do great in Seattle.

Thank you. I –

I know, Treavor. :]

Visions and dreams can take your mind and heart far. But your feet and effort will get the rest of you there. I guess that’s why it felt so amazing entering Seattle in June. I had dreamed about it for so long that it was just like living in a dream. It seemed so surreal.

And now I guess I have to let my fears give way to new dreams.