I love the rain. It's calming and soothing.
Rain makes the world seem smaller and causes time to slow.
Maybe this is why I love Portland so much. Well, I know it's one reason that I love Portland. There are many other reasons, but that's for another conversation.
I'm moving to Portland. Did I tell you that yet? Between my three blogs, Facebook and Twitter, I can't remember where I post news anymore. I don't have a job squared away yet, or an apartment to live in, but I'm moving there. Don't ask me why, because I don't know any reason other than I just need to. Have you ever visited some place and just felt it?
Home.
You feel it in your gut. It's unmistakable. Home.
Portland is the only place I feel homesick when I'm leaving. Does that make sense? I don't think so either, but it's what I experience.
I should probably tell you that I've lived in the area before. I was born and raised in southern Washington, just 40 minutes from Portland. I lived there until I was 12. Maybe that has something to do with it? It could I suppose. Whether it does or not, there's no denying it. I have to try. It's weighed heavily on me for a few years now, and I regret not going sooner.
No, I don't regret not going sooner, because everything happens as and when it should.
I don't know when I'm moving, but I am.
One thing I know-- life is an adventure. Sometimes it's quiet, sometimes it's in your face (for good or bad), but either way, it's a beautiful, mysterious journey. It takes a lot of patience and faith to keep moving forward when you don't really know what's ahead or even what you want to be ahead, but there is peace in realizing that no one ever knows what's very far ahead, and it is freeing to let go and let whatever comes come. Meet it with a heart that is light and willing to be amused.
- Blythe Hill
Here are some iPhone images from today. Today was spent in coffee shops (a favorite) in between driving in the rain (another favorite) and singing in my car (absolute favorite).
