The day I arrived, after driving for 10 hours, I pulled into Portland around 6:30, it was dark and my windshield was spotted with rain. I expected that. As I drove further north the lights of the city came into view. It was magical and electric and I could feel the excitement of the city.
But since I've been here my emotions are as changing as the tide ~ one minute I feel a swell of excitement and adventure and the next I just want to throw myself down on the bed and cry into the pillow, "What am I doing here?" I don't know. I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. I just want to close my eyes, click my feet together, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home." Only problem is, I don't know where that is anymore. Maybe I am home.
Nobody knows what the future holds, as much as we try, as many fortune cookies as we read, as many psychics and astrologers that we consult, we have free will, we make decisions and we never ever know for sure what would have been if we had taken that other fork in the road. We just have to have faith that we are walking the right one. Change is a difficult thing, even when those changes are for the good, positive, in the right direction. It is still hard to leave that what we know behind. But there comes a time when we have to let go of what was, what we thought could have been, because after holding on so tight and our hands are worn raw, we realize there is nothing left to hold on to.
I mentioned before that there is a tale in Hawaii that when it rains on the day you depart, the island is crying for you. Well, what I am holding on to now is the hope that when it rains in Portland on your arrival, it is showering you with endless blessings.
|I"ll learn to live without you,|
but I'll never learn how not to love you