We’ve been thinking a lot about moving lately. It’s on our minds, in our hearts, and flowing though our veins. But where is home? Is it here, in Orange County? Or beyond? Northern California? Seattle? The moon? My pug in a space suit? Done.
Home is the five of us. Well six if you count the pug in the space suit. But we crave living in a place that matches our style of life, our rhythm, you know? We zing zing zam, in a place that boom boom bangs, and honestly, it just does’t feel quite right.
Pat, Silas, and I went to Seattle last week to see if that could be our jam.
We’ve been here before. Not just in Seattle, but in this place of figuring out if a move up there is right for us. We do this, almost constantly, we have long conversations at night about the rain and the Northwest, and about how idyllic it would all be.
During our trip we found that yes, it zings and zams. And we could thrive there, in the clouds, and the water from all angles, with all the cups of coffee, and record stores, and the emerald trees.
With the fair trade chocolate, and artisanal cheese shops, the homemade jewelry and the restaurants that devote their menu entirely to whiskey parings, yes, we’d do just fine here.
And then there’s the houses. Oh, the houses! They are rows and rows of beautiful ladies, blushing behind tall wavy trees that litter small fragrant flowers all over the sidewalks.
Yes, we’d do just fine here.
We’d eat salmon all day and drink coffee into the evening and hike green trails, and visit the place where the earth touches the ocean, and then dig our toes deep into the cold sand and close our eyes, we would take a salty breath and we would do just fine.
But we’ve done this before, we’ve been in this place of our hearts wanting to move, but our feet are not wiling. It’s hard to peel away from an area that houses our childhood, and our childrens’ childhood. So we might not. We might just stay here. Because it’s comfortable, and it’s hard to leave. But we can dream. Maybe now is not our time to uproot our home, so maybe instead we’re just inching one step closer to jumping into a new adventure, one that gives us the newness we crave, and the cool air against our cheeks.
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people
and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?
- it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye.
But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -Jack Kerouac