First day of spring, it is. The cherry trees seemed to have bloomed over night; really all the trees are in bud for the moment and true to the Northwest way of doing things, there is a chill wind blowing tonight. But they are winds of change.
Everything is changing. Some days it makes my head spin. Most days, in fact. I am moving back to my beloved Seattle in a few weeks. A few weeks! That alone seems impossible. Winds of change.
Sadly, as I make my move north two of my favorite people are moving south. Carol and Craig are heading back to San Diego. I’m glad for them and sad for me. As such things often turn out, yes? Truth be told I am a bit jealous. I have fond memories of cocktails on the terrace at George’s, with it’s spectacular view of La Jolla Cove. The fact that they can do this in January makes it even more enviable.
I’m watching so many friends going through their own winds of change. From new jobs to new homes to new beginnings. There is even a wedding on the horizon for one.
So I am excited about the move; really excited. It has been so hard to just visit the town I now think of as home. I have to be honest, I have felt like an exile. I don’t know, maybe it is my Scandawegian heritage, but I do love the green and the wet. I’ve often thought it funny that this desert rat ended up here, in this corner of the world.
I’m kind of sad, too. Sad to be leaving my easy access to wine country. To not be able to head out to one of my favorite wineries on the spur of the moment. Still, there is always Woodinville and a whole slew of new wineries to check out and, yes, write about. Woodinville and points east – Prosser, Yakima, Walla Walla. Not to mention being closer to the Canadian wine country.
And then, of course, the foodie paradise that is Seattle will be fun to get back to. Portland has more than it’s fair share of great eateries, and yet I really haven’t had anyone here to share that with. My tribe of food devotees just hasn’t materialized in Oregon.
Winds of change. It really has been an incredible few years. I think back to when I started this blog. I had been recently laid off (for the sixth time!), was floundering a bit in a new place, was feeling lost and a more than a little storm tossed.
But how I’ve grown and changed in that time. New ideas and new challenges have filled the days. It hasn’t always been easy, but it has always felt as though it were moving towards something. And now I am going home. To Seattle. Where there will be so many new things to see and do and experience. And to write about.