Here we are. We made it to Seattle our new home. Of course by Seattle I mean Shoreline and by “our new home” I mean the place, not the actual house we’ll live in, but isn’t ready until July, and by “we” I mean husband and I, as our kids are still across the country with grandparents.
Transition. Seemingly never ending. It will end. I hope, and for now, I’m trying to make the best of everything. Getting my feet under me, going out with people trying to make new connections.
Our first full day here I was overcome by severe homesickness. The pressure and speed and stress of moving having masked what I knew was coming. I know it’s still there too, grief. The natural emotional steps we have to take to get to a new stage in life, the steps we take to deal with loss.
In some ways now that we’re here it’s easier. The day to day pain of knowing I’ll miss these people in front of me, is gone, and there is an ease of not having the kids here right this moment. I’m sort of a little starting to recognize things (though not well). But I also know that eventually, I’ll have to face it, the loss of my old home. I’m planning on doing that here, as a series.
For now here’s what I’ve learned so far: Trader Joes is NOT Aldis. It’s much fancier but also much more expensive and there is less gf stuff. I’ll take more gf and cheaper any day. The Northwest is beautiful, smells like pine and the Sound is breathtaking. There are people here I really like, people I think I’ll be able to build community with. That’s a nice thought.
And finally, today I walked the dog by myself (and only got a little lost). Using a handwritten map. We made our way through footpaths and strange little, overgrown alleys and suddenly I was standing next to a library on a hill overlooking the Puget Sound and I had to stop and marvel that this is the kind of place I’m living now. A place that is filled with magic, so long as I don’t let discouragement steal it from me.