I’m never going to “find” the time to write. Are cooking, cleaning, navigating, and schooling ever going to be done? Likely not. So, here I am, missing all of you, and hoping to give you a peek into life so far.
We left Bend in the rain of a thunderstorm, leaving behind the incessant neighboring sprinkler, which sounded like a clock ticking too fast, and said goodbye to the only husband- related family left in Oregon. When we were drawing near to Portland, OR, we traded the smoke for the traffic. With leaving Bend late and encountering a road construction detour, we ended up getting to our friends’ house very late. We arrived to find that someone else had parked in front of their house. So, we spent the night in the Costco parking lot. Whether it is because I cannot bring myself to the actual reality of the situation or because this is really where I have always belonged, I am clueless. Somehow, I am at peace with this odd journey we are embarking on. I even slept peacefully most all of the night (until 3 am when they turned on the bright lights for the delivery trucks), but fell fast asleep again, chuckling to myself, “I can’t believe we are doing this” and a sigh of “oh well” in the same breath. The familiar sounds of the swish of cars going by and the occasional boom box of hispanic music must have lulled me to sleep like I was back at my childhood home.