My family and I recently moved to the Seattle area from Southern California. When we moved we were really dying for a change; change of culture, change of weather and change of standard of living. We longed for quite a number of changes really. Comically, it wasn’t more than 3 years ago that I swore I wouldn’t be taken back to the Northwest. I’m a California girl, born and raised, but we lived in the Northwest, as a family a hand full of years back and I was soooo miserable! It was super cold, wet and so dark on many levels and I was really lonely. After returning to California, having learned a ton about myself but feeling so happy to be home, I boasted pridefully to all who would ask that the only way I would go back to Washington to live would be if God did a massive overhaul on my heart and mind. At that time of my life I was confident that would never ever happen! So…today here I sit, in my driveway (in Washington state) typing away; laughing to myself about all the twists and turns God has maneuvered us though over the years.
Dare I say that I’m happy in the Northwest??? Ok (big humbled gulp) I dare. I AM happy! I must admit. It’s been 6 months. I haven’t been through a solid 4 seasons here yet, but I’m loving it here this time around. I feel like we live in a magical forest where everything is green and lush all year round (for the half that I’ve been here for). The rain is enchanting and renewing, and a little scarce this year (which might be adding to my joy). I’m beginning to find friendship and solidarity with other moms. I’m in love with my neighborhood. I’ve truly never encountered a more welcoming, helpful and open group of neighbors. This among so many other factors leaves me knowing that our home was supernaturally chosen for us!
Writer and fellow traveler on the road of life.