different.

I have lived in Washington my entire life. Its norms have become my norms. So, as you can imagine, it’s always strange to travel to places and see their norms.

I think each city has its own feel. Its own style. Its own rhythm. And when you enter another city, it takes you a little while to understand their beat. And once you start to see their pattern, you start to realize how different yours is. It’s interesting how different parts of the world are.  How that shirt that you would die for back at home, is now here looked at with disgust.

I think your environment has a great deal of impact on who you are. As much as you might not think so, just travel to other states. Picture yourself growing up in that state. It truly can be drastic.
In my psychology class this past quarter, one of the big discussions we had was whether nature (who you naturally are) or nurture (how the people around you treat you / your environment) has the bigger impact on a person. And really, no one knows. But it’s a good thing to think about; let your gears turn as you try to decide for yourself.

So, as I am here in a different place, sticking out like a sore thumb, I am grateful for who I am. I’m thankful that I consider myself a Seattle-ite and for the place I call home.