A brief repose
Well, today marks one week since I left my graphic design job in Portland, crammed my little car full of assorted odds and ends and drove over Highway 6, in the dark, pouring rain to Bay City, making the move official.
It’s all too fresh right now to offer any wise perspective, but I have been watching the sun set over Tillamook Bay each evening. And when the moon appears and paints a glowing reflection on the smooth surface of the water, all I can think is: what a wonderful feeling it is to know that I’ve followed my heart.
I’ll post an update in the next few days on the whole adventure of moving from a large metropolitan area to a small, coastal community. I promise to provide deeply meaningful perspectives on returning to work as a reporter at a small town newspaper, post graduate school, during a period of general decline for the newspaper industry. I also promise a fully detailed report on our first week of family life in a little cabin above a bay.
But you’ll have to stay tuned, because I don’t have internet access just yet. I’ve been forced to actually read books in the evenings, heating my back against the wood stove and sipping red wine. Poor me.
