Today is the beginning for me in many different ways. Starting a new job, about to be living in a new place, starting this blog. New feels nice but also like there is a bit of a cliff, just to my right, and someone might try to push me today.
Sitting in Tacoma right now and it is the perfect stereotype day for the puget sound area. Grey skies, a little mist in the morning, a billowing chance of rain for the whole day. I don’t know why but I like that. Seriously after a few years of California sunshine I have missed my cold weather. I have missed bundling up in winter. Wearing scarves at night. The possibility of a light snow as we walk from the restaurant…ok so it barely, rarely ever snows in Seattle but seriously I love the fall through winter months up in the Pacific North West.
I dream that my ancestors were mountain folk who pushed through the snows and cold and loved it. I have the hairy arms and body fat that clings to me as I try to work it off as a reminder. They were the beginning of me and my loves. Now my loves grow with the coming cold months. Cohen is almost 3 months old. He talks alot. Not that we understand but he really likes to gabber. I bet he will have hairy arms and well he already is a chubby dude.
So he too will probably love it here.