Anyone interested?

Interested in cooking me dinner and making me breakfast? Buying me toilet paper? Washing some scrubs? Responding to really important emails? Remembering birthdays I have yet to put on my calendar? Buying me a new hairdryer? Soaking my nose? Taking my vitamins? Making my appointments? Sweeping my pine needle covered floor? Drying my hair? Making me coffee in the French press in the morning? Downloading music? Watching COLLEGE BASKETBALL? Sleeping for me so I can do all those things?

Actually, I just want someone to sleep for me. I can take care of everything else to include all of the above AND writing, sewing, knitting, hiking, yoga, dog walking, running, stair stepping, volunteering, gardening, mastering clipless pedals, singing lessons, massage, acupuncture… you know, my life.

No??

Home, Marginalia and Spaciness

What makes a home a home? I woke up last week very thankful that I moved to Seattle. It was the morning after… dinner and cupcakes with friends. So racy. This post is going to be a page turner – what are we supposed to do with these adages now that we’ve gone electronic? Or marginalia? I will go down fighting with my book and pencil (NOT pen) in hand. I’m electronic reader adverse. I am also pen adverse – pens require a commitment. And now we are back to another topic on my list – spacey – as evidenced by this tangent.

Seattle feels like home, more so recently than before. I attribute this to investing in friendship, devoting time to finding a yoga studio, identifying a place from which I prefer to purchase my coffee, having someone to call when my car doesn’t start, Sunday family dinners, neighbors – routines and familiar places.

But there has to be something more because people, family, routines – they almost all existed in the other places I called home. I’ve decided that finding your city is like finding a mattress or a college campus (or maybe even a partner – CAVEAT – this is NOT a fully formed thought). You will know when you’ve found your city. You’ll feel comfortable.

I knew when I packed up my car, my dog and two cats that it was an investment. It would take care and attention to make Seattle my home, to recover my footing. I strayed and distracted myself from the process of discovering Seattle more than once. How are we going to relate to each other, Seattle, when I find myself attempting to relate to another?

Finding your home takes time – time to nurture a community, make friends and develop routines. It requires an open mind. And then you find yourself eating the rest of your friend’s cupcake… and the simple act of shoveling a partially consumed cupcake into your mouth (no one is judging) is exactly why you feel comfortable in your new home.

Of course though, there is ONE major failure, a failure to love college basketball, a failure to nurture a deep devotion to college basketball. WTF? I’m disappointed in myself for not overcoming this inertia.

Changing Weather.

The weather is changing, I am changing. Thanks to my thirties, thanks to daylight savings, thanks to moving, thanks to genuine happiness manifested in radical hair alteration and thanks to the bottom for reminding me to enjoy the surface. And of course, thanks to fabulous friends who made radical hair change possible.