We drove west into the long summer sunset, finding anything to talk about so that the road didn’t seem so long. I pulled a question from my latest read, “What are the rhythms of your life?”
I’d struggled with this question for days, and without blinking, Mark kept his gaze forward, hands on the wheel and answered, “Seasons. The rhythm of our life is seasonal.”
It’s an exchange from several years ago that seems appropriate today.
If I could, I’d sit across my kitchen table or on my back porch with you and have this conversation. We are so blessed to have a network of good people far and wide – family, college friends, Virginia people, Connecticut people, church people, work people, writing comrades. Unfortunately, it’s just not possible to meet with each of you individually, so I’m sharing our news here wanting you to hear it from us directly even if it’s not face to face.
Mark and I are transitioning into a new season. He’s resigned from ESPN and accepted a position with Nike. We are planning to move from Connecticut to Oregon this summer.
Our visit to Portland earlier this month was a weekend of hand-holding and gut questions and deep sighs. As we dodged the downpours and checked out the Rose Festival floats, the rightness of it settled into our bones right along with the damp. Mark and I agree that this is the door God has opened, and we are walking through it.
But with every going comes a leaving. We are leaving people and topography that we adore. We’ve been here before – in this space of excitement to go and sadness to leave. We are older and wiser and going further this time, and maybe that makes the leaving all the harder. I’m sure there will be many more words about this transition, but for now let me say that we have adored Connecticut with it’s granite reality. We’ve adored the snow storms and the autumn colors. We’ve adored throwing our doors open wide and getting to know you over a meal. Northwest Connecticut, you have touched us deeply – also the italian food. Heaven help us, we’ll miss the italian food.
So, hug us. Be excited for us. Plan to visit us. But also tell us you’ll miss us. Because, we’ll certainly miss you.