Four years ago K and I stepped off a plane into the beauty that is the great Pacific North West. Our vacation was brief, nothing more than a long weekend, but we left promising ourselves that one day we'd find a way to live there. As life home in the south picked up we began to think that maybe it wouldn't be possible, that maybe the PNW was only ever to be our preferred vacation destination. We visited once more and talked fantastically about some far off time in the future when we'd retire and build a house on a hilltop with a breathtaking view. That was the most we dared to hope - an adventure 50 years away.
You'd think I would have learned by now that nothing goes according to plan. In 2 weeks, it will no longer just be the PNW...it will be our home!
The Lord has been very kind to us this year. I don't deserve it. I've, frankly, been a rebellious brat for plenty of years. I've been confused, doubting, the chief among sinners. My heart has been guarded and half asleep. His Grace, though, is more than my rot and He has decided to take it easy on me, fulfilling my deepest desires. I have my sweet daughter, a marriage that is strong and playful, and a new life awaiting me in one of the most beautiful places I've ever laid eyes on. I'm excited to learn the lessons this God of Gifts is wanting to teach me in the kindest of ways. It's a welcome reprieve.
I'd be lying, though, if I pretended this was not a bittersweet gift. I'm excited to embark on this journey but I'm grieved to leave behind all of those that I love. The friends I have here are salve for my soul; they delight me - they love me deeply, flaws and all, and let me love them the same. If I'm in need I can send one text and know that at least 3 people will be there to help me, not to mention the family that would give us almost whatever we could ask for. I know they'll all still be here no matter the physical distance but I'll miss every hug and sweet smile that I've come to know and love.