November 28, 2013

A Time To Give Thanks


It was one year ago that we learned about the opportunity to move to the other side of the earth out here. I thought it was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. We had just moved a state over like five seconds ago and I thought things were great! Surely that would hold us for a couple years or so, right? What is with this crazy talk about moving to some teeny tiny town in Oregon?

All our parents came for Thanksgiving and I made Jeff promise not to bring it up - I didn't want to upset my Mom and also, I thought there was no way no how that anything would come of this ridiculous idea.

Our life on the Oregon Coast

I underestimated my husband (how can he take such a risk!) and our children (how could they possibly survive moving schools again?) and our circumstances  — we still had a house for sale in Indiana and we had just signed a rental lease while we were house hunting in Ohio. I was scared.

I cried my heart out. I cried my face puffy.

It was a Saturday when I finally agreed to book a flight with Jeff to see what this was all about. Apparently he wasn't going to quit bringing it up. That night we got the winning offer on our house in Indiana. Suddenly life started to look a whole lot different. We were really going to do this. I literally went from searching homes for sale online in "Ohio" to "Oregon" in the matter of hours.

I found our house on Craigslist, a quarter mile from the Pacific Ocean. It's the only thing I've ever bought on Craigslist. I've loved every home I've ever lived in, but this one is a dream. I can hear the ocean from my couch as I type and as I lay my head down at night. We can see the bluest of blue waters from our windows.

This is our first Thanksgiving apart from our family, but we aren't sad and we aren't lonely. It's actually a really special time for us.

We are good here. We are really really good.

I am so thankful. I am on my knees heart on the floor thankful.


I can make my home anywhere. I fall in love with a place easy and become a big fan hard and fast. But this place has fallen in love with us. I can feel it in the people, in the friends, in our successes, in the spectacular sunrise over the mountains and the magnificent sunset into the sea.

I joke that I was practically brought here against my will and now I never want to leave. But if this whole thing has taught me anything, it's that who knows where you'll be in a year  — or in our case a matter of months.

Live what is in front of you right now, give thanks, and enjoy the view.

Our life on the Oregon Coast

November 1, 2013

Sharing Time

Today I had an out of body experience. I was looking at myself driving down the 101, crazy cartoon lady hair, watching the clock as I hurried two gerbils to Sharing Time in Gray's classroom.

So many things. Aside from the crazy and the gerbils, we live less than two miles from basically anywhere in our entire town- and literally with only one stoplight in my normal path-  but I am still running late. People adjust. I've adjusted.

It wasn't a defining moment, and left very little imprint on my day. It was as if it was just part of the norm, as you do. Moving the minutes from one to the next. Here to there. What's one gerbil cage added to the list?

It was quite comical how short Sharing Time was compared to all that was required to get the gerbils there to be shared: I cleaned their cage and activity ball, drove them to school, signed in, applied my name tag, walked down to the class. Gray was pretty much like "here's my gerbils" and then went back to his seat. I'm seriously only exaggerating a smidge. I walked them back to the office, signed out, then took them home.

Then I felt a little guilty, like maybe I should have prepared him to speak in front of the class. He could have had some snappy facts about gerbils other than this one's black and they like to eat seeds. But he was happy nonetheless.

On the way I did see my first flooded cranberry bog and farmers wading through the harvest. And felt pleased that I'd piloted all four kids safely into Friday, we made it to the weekend, where all our time during the week is really being pushed toward, isn't it.

I am so happy we are all home and then am suddenly overcome with the life or death need for the house to just be quiet so that I can read my book.