Living in a place where the earth and the sky meet in the form of snow covered peaks has humbled me these past nine months. It’s impossible not to feel like you’re just one speck of dust on this grand earth when standing in a grove where the trees are as tall as skyscrapers. Being in Washington has made me thankful and it has turned me into a dreamer once again. My ability to dream was always something I held fast to, because it meant that my “situation”, whatever that was, could change. I could dream of something better, something more. The part of me that dreamt all the time got lost for a while, shoved into a tiny corner of my heart because the demands of my career took over everything. But now, when there are places like the Puget Sound and Mount Rainier National Park just beyond my doorstep, the dreamer in me is alive again. And she’s happy.
Tim and I love to explore. We’ve been doing it regularly since we moved here, and we look forward to our weekends where we hop in either his car or mine and head out into parts unknown. Some couples do date nights – we do “exploratory expeditions.” My Psoriatic Arthritis is currently in flare mode, so hiking and really going off-trail is an impossibility right now thanks to burning back pain and joint stiffness. The great thing about Washington, though, is that you barely have to leave your car to be inspired and awed.
Yesterday’s exploratory expedition took us down Highway 410 from Enumclaw into Mount Rainier National Park. I wanted to drive up to Chinook Pass and take in the sights along the way. I knew we were only scraping the very surface of what this majestic piece of land offered us, but you gotta start somewhere, right? We were not disappointed.
Right before we fell asleep last night, Tim whispered “I love living here” into the darkness. For a man who doesn’t always articulate what he’s feeling (unless he’s mad about something), those four words spoke volumes. When we came to Washington, we pledged to make it home. Now that we’re planning for the future and dreaming of owning our own home out here, it’s obvious that Washington is home. I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else.