unintentionally we complete our own cycles. always around the lunar new year it seems.
in early february…
2016, ryan and i decided to move to hawaii and live together (not long distance) for the first time in our relationship.
2018, we decided to elope and then move back to the mainland to live in a van.
2019, we settled in the pacific northwest to try our hand at life on a 700 acre mountain.
2020, we returned from our australian wedding celebration and entered the crazy covid lockdown phase.
and now, in early february 2021, we are returning to hawaii. (this time with a pup.)
it is crazy how every major life change has happened for us in early february. a time ripe for newness and change. we board a plane and our world shifts. our address changes. our clothing changes. heck, sometimes even our names change (or mine anyways).
and yet, this shift feels like a return home. an escape back to the known. a place where the sun is warm, where the rain is warm, where the ocean is warm.
ryan and i have continuously been stuck between choosing the mountains or the ocean. the forest or the beach. we feel at home in both. however, my childhood home was always the forest and his the beach. we bounce back and forth trying to find the perfect recipe of ingredients to satisfy our wanderlust.
how do you combine two youthful nostalgias into one? how do you redefine what feels like home?
after seven years of trying to navigate this question, i do not have an answer. but, it feels like we might be on the verge. on the verge of finding what fits for us. for our lives. for our futures.
it is always an interesting feeling to return to something. whether to a place or a job or a relationship. the notion of going back to something can feel like a cop out, like a step backward instead of forward.
it can also feel oh so good. like returning to a routine or an unfinished project or a forgotten hobby. picking up where you left off can be welcoming and comforting. a reminder that perhaps you were supposed to be here all along. perhaps you only left so that you could remember why you must return.
the eternal cycle of departing and arriving.
so today, we departed. we said goodbye to a beautiful and magical mountain in the wet, mossy, fern-filled forests of battle ground, washington. we reluctantly bid farewell to a community of neighbors who truly are like family to us. and we boarded a plane.
and in a few hours, we will arrived. we will say aloha to the sound of waves crashing on the shore. we will inhale the sweet smell of plumeria (or frangipani if you’re aussie). we will joyfully greet the friends and family we left behind. and we will have arrived.
a new chapter to this crazy story we’re writing…