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There's always been a part of me that refused to give up Seattle. When I first moved to New York I was comparing the East Coast to the West Coast, only because I had nothing else to compare it to. But over the course of the past 5 years, what once was an inquiry has turned into a scrutinization and I refused to give up on the West. I've visited a large portion of the U.S., fallen temporarily in love with places, with friends strewn across said places, but my heart belongs to the Pacific Northwest. (I could have unsubscribed from emails showing me deals in Seattle years ago but I didn't.) So today, when I got a notification for a food festival happening it hit me; my stubbornness paid off because in 3 short months I actually do move back.