Dreams slip away if we don’t nurture them.
We’ve been on this journey together for quite some time now, and it’s incredible how we’ve shared 607 days straight on this blog. If you’ve been here for all that time, holy shit, that’s amazing. Thank you, I’m immensely thankful for your presence, and for just listening to my thoughts and stories.
Recently, I’ve been pondering a big change, something I’ve been a little scared to voice. And that is; what if we uprooted our lives and moved to Georgia? I mean, not you and me, but me and my family. Dave, Evelyn, Archie, and me,
Until now, I’ve only known the lush evergreens of Washington, its shifting seasons, and the peaceful lakes and rivers with their rainbow trout. I’ve always considered myself a Pacific Northwest girl, and the thought of leaving all that behind feels overwhelming, to say the least. Dave insists I wouldn’t be hurting anyone, but it sure feels like I would, especially thinking about taking Evelyn away from her grandparents and leaving the wonderful people I work with – my comfort zone.
I find myself torn between two equally enticing options: staying here or embarking on a new adventure. Moving to Georgia would mean building a house with a pool, and having Evelyn grow up close to her cousins and a girl her age. It’s like having a ready-made community with Dave’s brother and sister-in-law right there – we all get along like peas and carrots. Plus, the cost of living would be considerably lower, and we’d be surrounded by nature.
While visiting, I discovered a fascination with bird songs, thanks to the Merlin bird identifying app and loved hearing the – Northern Cardinals, Red-Winged Blackbirds, Blue-gray Gnatcatchers, and Blue Grosbeaks, just to name a few. The idea of adventure beckons too. One of my dreams is to buy a skoolie also known as a converted school bus into an RV and travel the country with my family. Life is short, and I’ve come to realize that dreams can slip away if we don’t nurture them.
Now, let’s talk about the land on Lowe Road – 11 acres of pure wilderness, covered in trees. Dave and I explored it a few weeks ago, and we both stood in a spot where we envisioned our house would sit. I can’t tell you the type of trees, but they have sturdy trunks and branches that reach out, making me think of tire swings and carefree childhood adventures.
Before I continue, I need to share something unpleasant that happened to me today. I received a piece of mail addressed to me with my grandmother’s name on it. Expecting it to be a copy of her will, I was shocked to find it was a credit scam, urging me to take out money from my inheritance immediately because it might be tied up in probate for a long time. How is it even legal for such scams to exist?
Anyway, I’m uncertain about what the future holds. There are moments when intense guilt washes over me, especially when I think about leaving my parents behind. But then there are moments of pure excitement and giddiness, as I imagine turning the images in my mind into reality.
I must admit, I’m not a fan of the humidity, but I’m already planning to install a misting system around the overhang of our future back patio. And, yes, you are most definitely invited to come visit us once we make this decision.
As I mentioned earlier, we’ve been on this journey for a while, and I want you to know how incredibly grateful I am that you keep coming back. Your support means the world to me.
Enjoy your night. Love, Jaclynn
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