Seasons of Change

Fremont @ night

Tonight I walked home under the brilliant light of a near full moon (the air smelling of sweet late-summer bonfires). I felt blanketed in love after a comforting, cozy dinner out with my amazing Seattle tribe; I adore them so.

And yet this is suddenly a city where my brother and sister-in-law no longer live (I love them so much…I don’t have the words). I don’t know this place without them (and I’m not sure I can). The tears cascade in alarmingly bottomless streams, and my heart sits heavily in my chest, sucking away my air. I find my footing home in the dark of night—new footing that feels awkward and clumsy—but that with time will come. (Right? It will come?)

I hate change, and I resist transition, and yet so often, we don’t have a say. And so, here it is; change has come. And I grapple my way forward into this new season, shuffling under the moonlight to find my path home.


My Clan

Sometimes I can’t believe my luck. How the heck does lil ole me get to hang out regularly in the company of such incredibly cool and wonderful people?

This week at a HS soccer game (?), at a pho lunch, in a hip coffee house, in a (American) Canadian hockey pub, on an autumnal sun-streaked path…

When I first moved here, I longed to truly, honestly discover what I’ve been so blessed to find in every other stage of my life—my people. I’ll admit it took some time, but sure enough, here too, it happened.

Last night my brother and I shared hours of great conversation over lamb burgers and local brews. (Just the two of us hadn’t done that in so long, and I so enjoyed his company. I sure do like that guy:))


Last weekend I got to hang with one of my best friend’s since I was five, tomorrow with one of my best since 7th grade and this weekend with my mom and dad…

My peeps are my everything, and I’ve sure got good peeps.


Our tribes

“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.”~Jane Howard