I find it incredibly hard to believe that it’s been a year since I packed up my car Beverly Hillbillies-style and drove cross-country to Oregon. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I had crazy hopes that it would be better than the bleak future I saw for myself in Ohio.
It is better.
Certainly, though, traveling 365 days and 2,500 miles away from my old existence hasn’t changed everything. I’m still haunted by events from my past, and probably always will be. I still feel anchor-less and without a real sense of anyplace I can call home. But I have a good job, great friends both here and scattered across the country, and a cat sweeter than I could ever have imagined. I’m never at a loss for places, ideas, and activities to explore. If anything, I’m overwhelmed! But just as I had to remind myself during my first month here, I still occasionally have to say, “Hey! You live here. You have time.” And I do. I’m in no hurry to run away. And more than anything else, I believe that has been this year’s greatest blessing.