After a few weeks of sunshine, unseasonably high temperatures, and slightly alarming weather reports that describe this spring as one of the driest on record, I am relieved to hear the rain outside tapping against my window and dripping off the roof in heavy plop plops onto the deck below. As I pull my boots and heavy jackets back out of the closet and out of an early retirement, I begin to understand the seasonal “blues” that plague many of my co-workers and friends in this region at this time of year. Luckily, my love affair with the wet stuff is still going strong and though my nose is cold tonight (I’m too stubborn to turn on the heater) the ambiance is definitely worth the slight discomfort.
A little over two years ago, I left San Diego, my home of 20+ years, for the near-unknown. I was heading to the Pacific Northwest… a place where I had extended family and fond memories of family vacations. Beyond that, I had no idea what I was getting myself into or where I would settle down. I remember driving north on the I-5, more than a little overwhelmed at how wide open my future was… vast and directionless. In the time since, I have made mistakes. I spent months spinning my wheels. I overestimated and underwhelmed. I learned a lot about seasons, growing things, and raising chickens. I learned a lot about myself. I started over. I set new goals. I met someone and slowly, slowly, began building a life up here with him. In looking back over the last couple of years its been really hard to let go of the past and start looking forward, but I now realize that everything that has happened has done so to get me to this place. A place where I am happy and content and sure of where I am supposed to be.
After spending the last year making a home together, we now find ourselves packing boxes and making plans to move. (Luckily, this time it’s only a few miles away instead of thousands.) While we’ve loved our cozy house and will treasure the “firsts” we had there, we are excited about this new place that whispers promises of evenings with friends and family, starry nights and plenty of room for all manner of growing things. I have a feeling that it’s also the kind of place of the long-term variety… a place for settling in and making it our own.
At 16, if you had asked me what I wanted out of life, I might have listed off a few adventures, but it would’ve come down to this, everything that speaks of where I am right now. I had no clue it would take me this long, but it’s definitely been worth the wait.