It’s hard to believe how long it has taken me to sit down and update this blog with the latest in my continuing adventures. In my defense, the last year has been a true whirlwind.
I’ve beaten cancer, become a mother, and moved across the country from New York City to Seattle, Washington.
I was raised in the Pacific Northwest, though I haven’t lived here in more than twenty years. I’ve bounced from Ohio to Philadelphia to Ithaca to Brooklyn…but Seattle has always been in my heart. A few years ago, when I learned I had cancer, I knew instantly that if I beat it, I wanted to move home.
To my utter astonishment and happiness, it actually happened.
My husband, always a supportive partner, gets a ton of the credit as he was the one who had the most uprooting to do–especially professionally. But he saw how important it was to me, and here we are.
I love it.
The green. The endless summer of gentle sun and fragrant blackberries growing by the side of every road. The dark, foggy, mysterious winter. Water soaking in to everything, making life grow.
Where you’re raised puts down roots in your soul. As much as I enjoyed living in the bustling chaos of Brooklyn this last decade, I felt my entire body breathe a sigh of relief the moment we walked into our new life in Seattle.
Now my son will grow up like I did. He will play in our yard and eat vegetables that I’ve grown with my own hands. He will come to love the high, craggy mountains and great expanse of sea stretching to the horizon. He’ll know his grandparents, aunts and uncles, and nieces from more than just a grainy image on Skype.
So, yes, lots of change this year, but all of it good — and if you find yourself in the Emerald City, look me up! I’ll be here, mothering, gardening, writing, and dreaming.