It's been nearly three years now since I moved away from Portland, Oregon and I can't seem to shake the fever out of my bones. I thought moving back to the country in which I was born would cure my desire to figure out my "identity." I've found that, but now I'm longing to be back "home."
So many struggles have come my way through finances, employment, relationships, friendships, spiritual life and especially family. As May approaches I wonder what my fourth year in Penticton will surprise me with. I still have the itch to travel but I'm finally getting settled in a job that not only challenges me, but also blesses me day after day.
This place is forcing me to learn to be real, which I thought I had down pat in Oregon... as much as I was honest with all my friends and family, I still hid myself from them. Now that I don't have them close to me, I'm brutally honest with those around me now in hopes that I would have a sense of familiarity and history with them. When I look around the beauty that surrounds me, it is hard to come up with reasons to leave.
There have been so many blessings here that make me realize I'm a fool if I leave right now. My feet are rooted in the 503 but this 250 has something sticky to it and I'm still trying to figure out what that is exactly. Listening to Nickel Creek, my fave band from the States that brings me back to high school and college days... last night, some of my friends from college started posting short lyrics from "Sweet Afton" and we would finish them... somewhat reminiscing of good days that the music teleports us to.
I'm sure this blog can go on so many tangents (which I'm very good at!) so I'll stop here.
Today is going to be a GOOD day!
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