I’m not very good at making decisions. When I bought my first car, I made my husband go with me to car dealerships for months before making my choice. MONTHS. Every night, when we have to decide what to eat for dinner, I go through every available option like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have.
I’ve been waffling over things my whole life, and I don’t foresee any decisiveness in my future.
That’s why I am already pining to move back out to Seattle. We moved there, then moved back, and now we want to move there again. Although our decisions have been based on my husband’s career and family obligations, I still can’t help feeling like it’s just more of my indecisiveness. Indecisiveness gets pretty expensive, BTW.
But there’s something to be said for setting. In fiction, setting can be like a whole other character within the story. For instance, Stolen’s Edenic Australian outback or the Yorkshire moors of Wuthering Heights. These places breathe life into the story and their representations are just as important to the story as the protagonists themselves. What I’ve been wondering is whether setting IRL has the same effect: breathing life into our own stories.
Living in Seattle, I was inspired to write. All the time. My husband and I would go to cafes and I would write while he worked on some computer programming stuff that made my eyes glaze over. It was ingrained into our weekly routines. Now that we’re here in northern Virginia, I sometimes feel our muses have abandoned us. We work on our projects, but not with nearly as much enthusiasm. Could it be that Seattle was better for us, creatively? Can a place really change your whole outlook on life?
I’m curious to know: do you think that real life setting impacts our story?