Where I'm Coming From

Ok, this is Santa Monica, but it really captures my outlook.

Ok, this is Santa Monica, but it really captures my outlook.

Follow the yellow brick road

Follow the yellow brick road

We live in Seattle. I've lived here since 1988 when my brother picked me up after I graduated from St. Olaf College in Minnesota and drove me in the 1979 VW camper van back to the Northwest where we'd had our fractured upbringing. Not fractured in the sense of dysfunctional and unstable. We simply moved around a lot. First we lived in St. John which I think was finally blown off the map in one of those eastern Washington wind storms. Then Pasco where we frolicked in the Columbia River before we understood the disadvantages of living downstream from a nuclear facility. Then we moved to Tacoma and lived through six burglaries, the eruption of Mount St. Helens and the construction of a bowling alley across the street which became a haven for drug deals. After eight years we got a reprieve and landed in Moscow, Idaho. I felt safe again. Getting further away after high school could only be better, hence the move to Minnesota (and there's nothing much safer than a town with two colleges full of Scandinavian Lutherans and a nearby turkey farm). I muddled through more than one Master's program after that, but I won't go on. Subscribe to the Blog and enjoy trying to piece together the many journeys in between.

Going...somewhere else.

Going...somewhere else.

I suppose constant change can make a person into someone who can't settle down, who craves variety, who doesn't get too close to anyone. Conversely, it can compel a person to put down deep roots, be fiercely faithful, and seek out the stability they were denied growing up. I've become all these things. And now that I'm approaching my 5th decade I'm finally comfortable with my many moods. What I don't do any more is fret about whether I should do one thing or the other. It doesn't take me long to decide when to dig in and when to pass. So when C came home one night and said that Amazon was recruiting for jobs in London it took us all of 20 seconds to decide we should go. Sure, there are good reasons why we shouldn't uproot and go living 6000 miles away from close family, good friends, and perfect jobs.   But after considering them all we still said to each other, "This just feels right."  Why wait?

Welcome to our Adventure.