‘splainin’
Since Keith got me thinking about explaining, I’ve felt that I should do a little of it myself.
As I sit here on the porch contemplating one of the last times I’ll see this view, I think about what it means.
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This is the view from my porch, looking west across Lake Washington. My house isn’t quite on the water. If it was, I doubt I would ever leave. But it’s still a beautiful place to live. I walk to the lake and throw my kayak in. My street is quiet. The schools are good.
And yet I’m leaving. Drawn back to the Hotel California.
Six years ago I tired of being one of those people who always talk about leaving behind the rat race but who never do. I got my Washington license and bought this beautiful home I could never aspire to own in California. Four years ago I made the physical move. It has been good. Yet ties with California could not be severed. I flew back nearly every week for work, keeping the office open to serve the clients I love.
Slowly it occured to me that it is not the place you live that forces the ratrace on you. It is how you choose to live. These last few years, sitting on the porch surrounded by evergreens, watching hundreds of beautiful sunsets, I’ve internalized that lesson in ways that go far beyond the mere words. So as I pack to move back where I best like the weather and my work and the diversity and excitement, I am taking special care to pack this most precious gift Washington has bestowed.
[In case you are one of those napping in the back, this is all by way of explanation why updates will be infrequent these next few days.]
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