While on the Topic of Notepad

While living with my parents for ten months, as a newlywed couple no less, was not ideal, we started to make it work.  I surrendered our laundry situation to the high heavens, forgot about what items I owned and lived off of what was necessary, and on most nights rested comfortably with my husband and our two, selfish, gigantic, labs.

Then, as if a light bulb went on in our heads, we had a wonderful idea.  Spend some of that money that we are saving because we don't pay for much of anything, and go away.  Two days at a time.  Just disappear.  Live it up.

Our final trip, before K's marvelous job landed in our life and we found a beautiful rental, we travelled to the Edgewater.

He picked me up after work.  I ran to his car, changed out of scrubs in the back while we rode the ferry, and found ourselves at happy hour at Six Seven some 60 minutes later.  The water on one side of us, a half off menu on the other.  That night he watched football while I took a ridiculously long, hot shower, washing whatever stress the day produced down the stone drain.

The train rode past at least every hour.  The city was alive. I was happy that we had a skyline view rather than a water view.  I see the water all the time.  Seattle itself is a once and awhile treat.  High off of the opportunity, and getting drunk off of red wine (that hurts so much later), here is what I produced.


The city at my right hand.  A glass of red wine in my left.  We are lucky.  The city is still mine, more than ever before.  Not meant truly for the 21 year olds, but those later in life who are open fully to its gifts and promises.  It's my first love.  My  current lover not jealous, open to share.  No kids, no mortgage, limited responsibility outside of work.  This is what we want out of life right now.  

These are our rebellious year.  Red wine in a rock glass, terry cloth robe on, and that big red E that has been tempting me for so long.  I'm back.  I'm home.  Let's explore.  You are mine, Seattle.

We are staying put longer than expected.  Learning to live without our "things". Memories stored in our heads not that blue box.  Parents happy.  Dogs happy. Getting to cook for four.  And doing this once and awhile.  

We adapt.  I to PA. He, here.  We to our situation.  Adapt and learn to be grateful.  No one situation is ideal.  No ones.  It's whoever learns to appreciate,who ends out coming out on top.  

That air.  Oh that air.  My oxygen. So attached to memories which I don't even remember.  


I don't know what made me stop there.  I probably spilled the wine or another trained passed.  Looking back, it's almost as if I released our problems into the universe, and it came back with a solution.  We have been in our new place for a few weeks now.  Nights in the city are now on the back burner.  Money spent on hotels is now being saved for necessities around here.


Its all important.  Its all good.  The opportunity to stay with my parents brought blessings.  Moving a half an hour away will have its own too.  We are given exactly what we need in life, we just have to realize it.

These years are still rebellious.  I plan on making them count.