Well, we didn’t move. No move for us. We will be staying in the Pacific Northwest for an unknown amount of time. It could be the rest of the school year, and we try again in the spring, or if the kid thrives at school – we could be looking at another 4 years, minimum. Either way, right now, there is no move for us.
No more false promises of moving in x, y, or z years. I don’t think my heart can take it anymore. I wanted to move here. I moved here of my own choice, on my own, nearly 18 years ago. I have met so many amazing people along the way and have literally carved a life for myself. My husband also came on his own and stumbled into staying. And, we stumbled into each other, and for the last, nearly 15 years, we have haphazardly carved a life for ourselves (sometimes we plan super intentionally, and sometimes not).
The husband has never liked it here (except for the amazing nights, access to oceans and mountains, and steady paycheck) and has always wanted to go back to our mutual home of Michigan. And, then somewhere around 2017 or 2018, Portland no longer held me with its rose-colored glasses. And, I, too, wanted to move back. And, we have been planning for this move back to Michigan since, banking on the narrow window of timing when the kid leaves his grammar/middle school and before entering high school.
In all our planning, we never planned on a global pandemic made more bizarre by the whack housing situation. (The low housing intventory, the brokerage firms buying up houses in small towns, and the rise of remote work all making finding a dream house even more of a needle in a haystack.) So, all the pieces did not line up. Though many, many did, and it made following the signs confusing. (We have more work to do on collectively understanding the signs.)
So, there is no move for us. At least right now.
Yes, I am angry. Yes, I am disappointed. Yes, I am sad. And I’m finding ways to work through these emotions. And, my pollyanna rose-colored glasses have me seeing what we do have: a stable job with decent insurance, a house we can afford and has served us well, time to fix the cars that are broken, and the icing on the cake … a school my son likes. And, maybe most importantly, I have a lovely, oh so lovely, group of wisdom seekers who I can call my Pacific Northwest family. Thank YOU all for being a part of my life and making staying, when I wanted to go, so much more bearable.
Here’s to another year of not driving in the snow.
P.S. The things I’ve done since there’s no move for us:
- Got some sweet headshots done by a lovely local photographer (Chelsey Dorr Boudoir, though these weren’t boudoir!).
- Attended Alanis Morisette’s 25th anniversay concert for Jagged Little Pill with a new friend.
- Watched Levi successfully start 9th grade in a school that’s set up for work AND study (COVID delays some things).
- Finally went to Sunriver. This with a friend where it was moms’ weekend way and we caught doTERRA’s evolve convention.
- Rallied for child care for the job-job I’m currently holding down. Met some lovely people who were happy to share their stories and thank Senator Patty Murray.
- The kid can continue his Aikido studies at the Odd Fellows.