We’ve been here – in the Methow – for over a month now, although it certainly does not feel that long. Time goes by fast when there is a lot going on.
In flux. I like the way it sounds. I’m not sure I like the way it feels. For over two weeks now, we’ve been in the process of moving, splitting our time, our belongings, and our allegiances between two homes five hours apart. While most of this time has been physically spent in Seattle, nearly every spare minute has been consumed with tasks that need to be completed in order to move to the Methow. And mentally, we’re already there, if not 100% than at least 90%, picturing ourselves in our new rental house, discussing the logistics of the move and our new life, and answering countless questions from friends and family about what everything looks like and how everything works “out there.”
Sometimes dreams do come true. I am typing this while sitting on a sleeping bag spread out on the floor of a sweet little cabin a few miles south of Twisp – a cabin that will be our home for the next 10 months.
I am writing this post at an altitude of 38,000 feet, flying north over what looks like California’s Central Valley. The land below is a patchwork of mostly rectangular fields that appear yellow and brown through the hazy air. The late-afternoon sun is glinting off the surface of streams and irrigation reservoirs. And now, just minutes later, there are mountains below us, golden-brown, fast obscured by clouds traveling south (or is it just the plane traveling north?). Continue reading
Three weeks ago, we stuffed our brand-new tent and a bunch of blankets and sleeping bags in the trunk of our car, filled several paper grocery bags with things like dried pasta and ketchup and a loaf of bread and a jar of pickles, then waited until afternoon rush hour traffic was done and drove up I-5 and over the freshly opened North Cascades Highway into the Methow Valley. Continue reading
Although there is not much new to report, I didn’t want the month to go by without posting something, especially since ostensibly one of the reasons I decided to start this blog is to practice writing regularly.
It’s been hard, though, not even so much because there is not always a whole lot of news, but mostly because I’m still trying to find my voice with this blog. Continue reading
It’s officially spring now, although for me spring actually came a long time ago for two reasons. Continue reading
Stumbled across these online and thought they were pretty cool… Made in the Methow Valley, too! Unfortunately, it looks like yurts are not generally allowed in developments that prohibit manufactured homes, but maybe we’ll end up in a place with no such restrictions? Living in a yurt would be amazing, with its soaring ceiling and plenty of light streaming in from windows on all sides. Not to mention that it’s less expensive than a regular house, and appears to be more energy-efficient, even with all those windows.
(photo below copyright by Smiling Wood Yurts)
Well, I’ve managed to let an entire month of 2015 slip by without posting. In my defense, it was a crazy busy month, with plenty of work deadlines and freelance projects. On top of that, P.’s dad is still staying with us, and it’s been hard to carve out some quiet time to sit down and write. Not that he would mind if I told him I needed to sit in front of the computer for a while; mostly it’s been me feeling like it would not be very nice to cut short our evening conversations, or just being busy with stuff like food shopping and cooking for the family, prepping for my classes, and, just last night, taxes. (We’re getting a refund – yay! The plan is to split it half and half between debt and savings, just as we’ve been doing with my freelance income.) Continue reading
Greetings (to whoever reads this, if anyone, as well as my future self)!
It’s late afternoon on Christmas Eve (Western-style) as type this, and the sun has finally burst through the leaden gray clouds after attempting to do so several times earlier in the day. Our neighbor’s giant coniferous tree – some sort of fir or pine? – is suffused with a bright golden light, its branches swaying slightly in the wind. We didn’t get a white Christmas in Seattle this year, but at least we are getting some sunshine after days of gloom. Continue reading