I moved because nearly everything in my life has changed in the last few years. Who is in my life. What I chose to focus on and give value to. What I do for a living. Where I'm headed in the future. And when I change things --- as my adopted mother likes to say --- "you really change them." And I do. And it's the right thing. And I love Ballard. I do.
I love it because now I live in a house. In fact I live in the ground level of a dear friend's house. I love it because I can bike to work. I love it because the space fits me right. I love it because I can dig in the dirt and grow things. And build things...and I can walk by the sight of a dad with his little giggling girl , carrying a electric lantern and making shadows out on an evening walk
I love it because it reflects a life that looks very different than it used to. But by making this change, uprooting, I've said "my life looks very different than it used to." And that hurts my heart. Because, while I'm filled to the brim with gratefulness for where I am with me, my place in my world and the people who are in my life...getting here was painful. A lot to survive and weather and bounce back from. I'm resilient thank god but it took it's toll.
With this post I am marking a timepost. Here is where I say; "this has been hard and I'm now ready for the fruits of the labor of letting go of all the things and people that broke my heart." Marked.
And now for some beauty, found in the backyard...and, FYI, that rock wall? I built it.