I Live In Washington State
Last July I moved to Washington from Michigan.
In this year, I have dramatically changed and I feel like my life in Michigan was just a movie I watched long ago.
I still remember the day we arrived. I live on my dad's property in a "mother-in-law" type establishment. It's perfect. It's a little apartment above a garage with a balcony and a bedroom. The kitchen/living room is one open room and then there's a bathroom. Moving in was awful there was spiders EVERYWHERE and they are my biggest fear. I remember cleaning everything and just shaking I was so scared. But hey, it makes a story haha.
About 2 weeks after I moved here I got a job as a bank teller at Key Bank. Super easy too, I went in to open an account after job hunting, started talking with the manager, he took my info and I got the job! Another month later I picked up a second job at Target, in the clothing department. There is where I met a lot of my friends because I hadn't known anyone but my dad. I met a lot of people my age and they all seemed great!
I was able to have a few house parties, since I lived on my own on 5 acres, I would invite my friends from target, friends I had met through the bank, and everyone could bring whoever. So let me tell you, dear god there was drama.
The first party, the most catastrophic I think. I was dating the guy I described in my "confessions" post about the controlling relationship, Kevin. He and I got in a huge fight and broke up on the spot. Alcohol and anger/hurt don't go well. So he is just frantically running around like an idiot in the house grabbing his ****, yelling at me, yelling at everyone else, causing this huge ******* scene right. He knocks over the beer pong table and leaves. I'm sitting there honestly laughing because it was so dramatic that he would be THAT ridiculous. So unnecessary. And I was drunk too.
That's not the end of it though. About 20 ish minutes after that happened. My BEST friend Heather comes over to me and just starts softly crying. I'm like what is wrong! She pulls me in the bathroom, I predict a confession of somesort is coming. So after about 10 minutes of me telling her to tell me what's wrong, she just keeps telling me "I can't I can't", Finally I get it out of her, she says she's in love with me. Now I've known she was bi and I could care less. I didn't know what to do. Here is my best friend telling me this and I don't feel the same about her, I'm straight. Poor thing cried for like 30 minutes in the bathroom about it. Telling me she was so sorry and she just wanted me to be happy and she sees the way douchbag is treating me and it hurts her, I told her I love her to death but not that way, and we've never spoken about it, I think we both just want to act like it never happened to save our friendship and keeping things form getting awkward.
Its been fine ever since. But now she is moving to South Carolina. It seems like the friends I had in the beginning are no longer there. There's too many ****** people and I just don't feel like wasting my time anymore. I've strayed away from having parties, I was sick of people breaking my stuff or leaving trash everywhere. There were a few good apples that would stick around and help me clean up.
I recently had my birthday party, which was honestly really crappy. A lot of the people I was really expecting to make sure they came, didn't even bother. People I invited randomly, or ones that didn't show up very much came. So it was a weird vibe and it felt like I didn't have any really good friends besides Heather.
But recently I met Nichole. She is just like my best friend in Michigan and it makes me so happy. She's very genuine and I can feel something different about her. It makes me happy.
So overall, I think I've adapted to Washington life well, I think I've improved myself to be a better person and I'm so much happier here than I was in Michigan. Thank you for being so welcoming and beautiful Washington!
In this year, I have dramatically changed and I feel like my life in Michigan was just a movie I watched long ago.
I still remember the day we arrived. I live on my dad's property in a "mother-in-law" type establishment. It's perfect. It's a little apartment above a garage with a balcony and a bedroom. The kitchen/living room is one open room and then there's a bathroom. Moving in was awful there was spiders EVERYWHERE and they are my biggest fear. I remember cleaning everything and just shaking I was so scared. But hey, it makes a story haha.
About 2 weeks after I moved here I got a job as a bank teller at Key Bank. Super easy too, I went in to open an account after job hunting, started talking with the manager, he took my info and I got the job! Another month later I picked up a second job at Target, in the clothing department. There is where I met a lot of my friends because I hadn't known anyone but my dad. I met a lot of people my age and they all seemed great!
I was able to have a few house parties, since I lived on my own on 5 acres, I would invite my friends from target, friends I had met through the bank, and everyone could bring whoever. So let me tell you, dear god there was drama.
The first party, the most catastrophic I think. I was dating the guy I described in my "confessions" post about the controlling relationship, Kevin. He and I got in a huge fight and broke up on the spot. Alcohol and anger/hurt don't go well. So he is just frantically running around like an idiot in the house grabbing his ****, yelling at me, yelling at everyone else, causing this huge ******* scene right. He knocks over the beer pong table and leaves. I'm sitting there honestly laughing because it was so dramatic that he would be THAT ridiculous. So unnecessary. And I was drunk too.
That's not the end of it though. About 20 ish minutes after that happened. My BEST friend Heather comes over to me and just starts softly crying. I'm like what is wrong! She pulls me in the bathroom, I predict a confession of somesort is coming. So after about 10 minutes of me telling her to tell me what's wrong, she just keeps telling me "I can't I can't", Finally I get it out of her, she says she's in love with me. Now I've known she was bi and I could care less. I didn't know what to do. Here is my best friend telling me this and I don't feel the same about her, I'm straight. Poor thing cried for like 30 minutes in the bathroom about it. Telling me she was so sorry and she just wanted me to be happy and she sees the way douchbag is treating me and it hurts her, I told her I love her to death but not that way, and we've never spoken about it, I think we both just want to act like it never happened to save our friendship and keeping things form getting awkward.
Its been fine ever since. But now she is moving to South Carolina. It seems like the friends I had in the beginning are no longer there. There's too many ****** people and I just don't feel like wasting my time anymore. I've strayed away from having parties, I was sick of people breaking my stuff or leaving trash everywhere. There were a few good apples that would stick around and help me clean up.
I recently had my birthday party, which was honestly really crappy. A lot of the people I was really expecting to make sure they came, didn't even bother. People I invited randomly, or ones that didn't show up very much came. So it was a weird vibe and it felt like I didn't have any really good friends besides Heather.
But recently I met Nichole. She is just like my best friend in Michigan and it makes me so happy. She's very genuine and I can feel something different about her. It makes me happy.
So overall, I think I've adapted to Washington life well, I think I've improved myself to be a better person and I'm so much happier here than I was in Michigan. Thank you for being so welcoming and beautiful Washington!
By:
himynameisangie
Age:
18-21
,
Female
