Who knew what leaving my small hometown could and would look like? I sure didn't. Nothing really prepared me for the joy of anonymity but I miss belonging. We ventured from Idaho to Arizona, up to Oregon & all the way across the country to land in North Carolina. There's peace in knowing you are where you belong on the planet & I catch myself grinning about how much I love where I live. I haven't felt that way before and it feels odd to feel at home, so far away from what always was so familiar.
I miss my Yarden, friends & family- but not enough to go back. Maybe not ever. I love racial diversity and I will never live in a whitewashed tundra, ever again. I threw out the snow shovel & traded the Pacific for the Atlantic.
Being sick and dealing with seizures has given me a different perspective on what's important and what can collect dust without a second thought. I don't wear makeup anymore. I haven't had a hair cut or dyed my hair in years. I may never have another date, though my eldest daughter would love to be my backup emergency number instead of lucky #1. I've sunken in to who I am & what really matters. Building a business is an uphill run when your brain is more scrambled than not, and it feels good to watch things fall together while the gardenias I always dreamed of, set blooms beneath my windows. It's all working out.