Alaska, home, moving, Uncategorized

You Are Here

So we boarded an airplane before the sun rose and left Texas headed for Alaska.
There’s not much to say about that Time In Between. It was a series of hurry up and wait.
We had been told, “expect delays”. And so we did. We expected delays of an hour here or there. We did not expect to wait a day here and there. It turns out that in Alaska, especially way out in the villages, one always adds, “weather permitting” to every date and time. And so we hurried to the airport. And then we waited. And waited and waited and waited. About a thousand dollars later, we boarded for our final flight. Copernicus whined the entire way. Everett worried for his python. My eyes stayed glued to the windows.
We watched the ground below peppered with ponds and lakes and streams that run between. Dots below us, but filled with life. Birds and tiny houses here and there. We saw the ocean come into view. Tides and waves appeared as thin white lines. Everything below appeared minuscule, shrunken by distance. It’s not something that makes you feel larger than life. It reminds you of how big it all is, and how tiny we truly are. I wondered if the pilot still took in this view in as much awe as I, with as much wonder and joy as five-year-old Eastyn. I hope so. I’d hate to have that amazement diluted with each flight. I wonder what everyday magnificence I myself have become blind to by daily exposure.
When we landed, the wind was furious. The air was cold and we shivered in what we were comfortable in an hour before. We piled ourselves, our dogs, our snake, and our luggage into one LKSD truck and headed for our new spot on the map.
We are here.
Let this be Home.

*photo is not mine. from the blog “GypsyNester”
https://gypsynester.com/?s=Alaska

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Alaska, home, moving, saying goodbye, Uncategorized

11 days. What?!!!

Saying goodbye is never easy.
It’s harder, I think when you weren’t done saying hello.  I did not get to spend nearly enough time and heart with our dear Waco UU.
We said goodbye to our UU church family this morning. My youngest son played in the garden playground one last time and we sang one of our favorites, Blue Boat Home. Every word settled deep into my heart.
“…never a harbor or port have I known…”
I was reminded, myself a sort of wanderer all my life, that I am home in some ways in so many places.  Always and forever, I will find home among these UU sisters and brothers who understand, “service is my prayer.”
As we left, Eastyn paused beneath one of the dozens of trees. “It smells so good here,” he said. I stopped and breathed deeply the smell of warm earth and tree bark and summer grass. Home.
Soon I will stand on the tundra. I will make a home in a house I have never seen, even the sunrise and sunset will be alien. I will breathe the smell of ocean? Maybe sky and fish. Home.
We’ll leave Alaska someday. I will have loved so many there, but we will continue on our journey.
“…and the earth is my blue boat home.”

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moving, stuff, Uncategorized

12 days away

Alright ya’ll. It’s time to get real.

We are leaving our home in 12 days. Did I mention that 4 of those days we are hosting a Youth for Now day camp?!! In case you were wondering if we had completely lost our minds, you now have confirmation. Needless to say, time is ticking. And not on the clock in the living room. I already gave it away.
I have wasted a significant amount of time looking for packing tips, packing checklists and the like. Waste. Of. Time. At the end of the day, it’s just you and your stuff. Way too much stuff.
Today’s plan was to completely 100% clear ONE room. I type this sitting on the floor in an empty living room. Tomorrow we will clear another room.
New beginnings have to start somewhere.

Alaska is starting to feel real.

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