We have moved. We are back in the great State of Colorado - where our relationship began nearly 17 years ago. The only other adult relationship I've had longer than Michael is my contract with Wine of the Month Club. www.wineofthemonthclub.com They rock.
So does Michael.
We are in a rental house. Someone else's structure/kitchen/property/problem. It's weird. It's limbo. I'm cooking on an electric, glass cooktop. It sucks.
It's beautiful here. Just driving to Target is gorgeous. RIDICULOUSLY GORGEOUS. I've lived in Colorado before. It's the only place I've ever lived where no matter the weather, I look out the window and breathe deeply, "I live here!" After 15 soggy (but so green!) years in Portland, I'm now looking out the window in fascination with another sunny day. And I am bewildered by the odd grey morning/afternoon/2 hours.
But. I miss my friends: my community - my shops - my Girls - my person. It's profoundly hard some days. EVERYTHING is new; I feel like I'm constantly interviewing for a new job and it's exhausting. I just want to BE.
We are buying our own home. That will feel good. I think it will be profoundly important for the 3 of us to re-create "our space" for us to start the process to being settled - taking root. There will be 2 guest rooms...
I don't necessarily want to move back to Oregon; I love Colorado. The Rockies have always brought me to tears of joy. But I am just not interested in the part of this new chapter that re-defines every single one of my Portland relationships. This part is agony. I miss you all so very much. I miss singing with you, walking with you, whining/wining with you, cooking for/with you, adventuring with you, hugging you, honking at you, waving to you and worshipping with you.
I would like each one of you to consider moving here. I will cook for you.
xo
