Someone once wrote that all good things must come to an end. For the past twelve years, I’ve had the privilege of living in Flagstaff, AZ. Of all the places I’ve lived in my life, this one feels the most like home. I love it here. I love the eccentric people, the wild weather, the quirky culture. I came into my adulthood here, made friends and completed my education here.

For all its charm, I know I cannot stay here forever. After so long in one place, I can’t help but feel that I’ve accomplished everything I can in Flagstaff. To pursue my career and relationship (as with any good tale, there is a love story at work here, as well), the time has come to move on. My girlfriend recently started a new job in Tacoma, Washington. So, on July 31, I’ll be loading up a U-Haul and heading north without knowing what lies ahead.

I’m not making this decision lightly. For months, I’ve known that my time here was coming to an end. It’s time.

The thought of leaving Flagstaff behind is terrifying. I’m comfortable here, but life is not about being comfortable. It’s about seeking out new challenges. I don’t have much of a plan — no job, nowhere to live — but I’m confident that I’ll find a way to make it work.

I’m going to miss my little mountain town, but new adventures await. All good things must end, and likewise, all good things must begin.

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Jonny Eberle is a writer and photographer in Flagstaff, AZ. Keep following this blog as he chronicles the beginning of his next adventure. If you know of any writing, editing, photography, social media, blogging or marketing jobs in Tacoma, you can contact him at eberle.jonny[at]gmail.com, on Twitter or on LinkedIn. Thanks for reading!

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