This is a blog about growing up in the Pacific Northwest.
Mind you, I didn’t move here until 1994, when I was in my mid-twenties. Before then, I’d been a nomad. Or technically, an Air Force brat, though I despise that term. I never had roots before, or a place to call home. Now, I can’t imagine living anywhere else. I love everything about the Pacific Northwest – the culture, the food, the scenery. Even the rain. (Especially the rain).
The growing up part? Life for me didn’t begin until I was divorced, in 2006. No hard feelings against the ex, but I didn’t become the person I was meant to be until that relationship ended and I was able to stop pretending the life I was living was even remotely what I wanted. Being true to yourself is a liberating feeling. I was finally able to follow my dreams, and they led me to a remarkable place. I continue to grow every day, and probably will until I have no days left.
On The Office, one of the characters remarked, “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you actually left them.” Maybe I’m lucky, because I have no doubt these are the good ol’ days for me. I’m a writer and published author married to the love of my life, and living in the greatest place on earth. What more could I ask for?
I write a little bit about a lot of things. Like writing (how meta). And food. Ghosts. Pop culture. Current events. I even throw in an occasional political rant (Republicans, you have been warned). And, of course, I write about my own little slice of paradise, the place I have called home for over 20 years. I consider myself a Portlander even though my address is across the river in Vancouver, Washington. It’s easiest to identify with the Pacific Northwest as a whole, I suppose. Sometimes it feels like we’re a different region entirely, tucked way up here in the top left corner of the country, a little bit isolated and marching to the beat of our own drummer.
Which is exactly what I love about the place.
Thank you for following along.