Wednesday, July 4, 2007

moving westward

“Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.” -Dr. Seuss

We're coming back. That's the plan.

After living here on the sandy peninsula of Codness, we have chosen to remove ourselves to the Rockies. Why you may ask? Because we can. Simple as that.

Why don't you buy a house here? Have children? Settle down? (my mother) - because we don't want to - on all points. Nor do we have to. We have not chosen the traditional (and expected) route for married couples.

Practically speaking, housing prices are prohibitive on the peninsula and desireable jobs/employers are few and far between. Besides mom, we already own a home. Which is almost entirely paid off. It's just 2,000 miles away.

We haven't started packing yet and we're leaving in a month. Gulp. Most of our things will be in a local storage unit awaiting our return in the Spring when we set up a yurt to live in on the croquet court at Trout Towers.

My moving back from Vermont in April of 1996 was supposed to be temporary. I even kept a job there that I commuted to on the weekends throughout the summer. I grew up on this peninsula and fled the territory after graduation. I despised living here and vowed never to return. I also swore I would never marry someone I went to high school with either. The universe surely does have a sense of humor.

Why I stayed this time? There were lessons to learn and people to know and teachers to meet. A lot of things happened in my life in that time, most good, some not so much. I lost my last two grandparents, moved four times, had eight jobs (not all at once), owned three different cars (not all at once either - that's my husband), developed a taste for sushi and Wellfleet oysters, and trod water waiting for my life to happen.

It took most of those 11 years to realize that life was indeed happening all around me and to embrace the opportunities that came my way, not just ignore them while waiting for the next one that might be better. I have girl-friends for the first time in my life. Seriously, I've thought most women as too mean and petty to even deal with. I'm a smug married with an amazing husband. I learned what the meaning of trust is. And trusting myself. I learned to let go of the things in my life that don't serve me, even if it hurt. And I learned that you can overcome anything programmed into you from your childhood.

So, I'm trusting that this move is the right thing to do.

Egads, does this mean I'm a grown up?

PS: Did I mention that I love, love, love the mountains?

1 comment:

Susan said...

We cannot wait to have you plunk in the middle of our croquet court!