When I got off the plane last Monday and made it downtown, there was a disconnect with the city.
How strange to be back at the piers overlooking Puget Sound. I wasn't sure I'd ever see it again. So why were there no emotions?
Perhaps it's because I was so stressed--so focused on the interview.
The interview itself went okay but I'm sure I could've done better.
I was told out of the 60 applicants, only 8 were chosen to be interviewed (one of them being me). But out of those eight that three were internal candidates.
I'd imagine they'd hire from within first, right?
At least I can look back and say I tried. All I can do now is wait.
I was only in Seattle about a day-and-a-half this time around and it was very much a business trip. I went on the interview, looked for apartments, and maybe most importantly, met a couple contacts in hopes they might become friends should I move there.
A charcoal sketch I found abandoned at the piers!
Before catching my flight home Tuesday evening, I needed to see the waterfront one last time.
Back to the piers with Mount Rainier in the distance...right where I started.
In that moment I did NOT want to go and started to cry.
"God let them pick me," I said with quivering lips. "Let me come back."
And the emotions and the connectedness were there again.
One day I'll be back in Seattle--I'm sure of it--but hopefully as a resident and not a tourist.
Time will tell.