I’m finally doing what I have wanted to do for so long, but never made the time for. Such a sad, simple wish. To sit in the courtyard we made and drink coffee before most of the rest of the world is awake.
The house is empty and strange, and needs vacuumed badly, but the garden is mostly unchanged, aside from having grown.
I’ve been saying goodbye to this place, my mountains, my house, my family, for 6 months. And it isn’t enough. I still cried with grief when we flew over the mountains.
The only mountain that I have been able to see in Tacoma is Rainier. I don’t love it yet. It looms alone and giant out of the haze, too symmetrical, too forceful.
Driving into Seattle the other day, I could see mountains, a whole range of mountains, in the distance. They looked like the range that shows behind Sleeping Lady. There was comfort in that. I want a home where I can see more mountains than just arrogant Rainier. Maybe I will grow to love it. Maybe I won’t.
I do know that there will be adventures, fun, friends, family, and love where we make and find them.
It’s not like I can’t come back. I just need to expand what I think of as the places I belong.
The creative side of Melissa
