I'm always overwhelmed when I return to a blog, or journal, after a long absence. For some reason I feel that I am obligated to fill-in all the events that had elapsed since my last entry, as if that were even possible. But I'll try to do a quick summary of what I remember of my life since my last blog (which was not posted on blogger, just solely on facebook notes, which I was doing for a while).
So, the last note was pre-Mexico. I spent three weeks exploring Mexico with Justin, and had a wonderful time. It went by very fast. Despite my nervousness, and warnings from people about the dangers of Mexico, I returned completely unscathed, never felt like I was in danger, and never even got sick. There is a lot to say about the trip, but I won't say it all now. It was nice, it all but banished my fears surrounding travel, and in fact made me much more interested in seeing more new places. And perhaps someday returning to Mexico for another visit. It was certainly one of the best last-minute impractical, impulsive decisions I have ever made.
Upon my return from Mexico, I moved out of my sub-let in Sitka, and continued with a combination of house-sitting and couch-surfing for the rest of February, and all of March, while working part-time to help tie up some loose ends at my old job. On April 1st, I drove my car to the ferry terminal at 4am, loaded down with all the possessions I would be keeping. A friend also met me there with my kayak, which I had arranged to sell to a woman in Juneau.
Spring was a very bittersweet time of year to leave Sitka, and my dear, dear friends there. I had moments where I seriously questioned my reasons for doing so, but no matter how little sense it seemed to make, I knew it was time for me to go, and start a new phase of my life. I had wanted to come spend time in Homer, with my family, for years. And I had become too restless with my office job, as wonderfully stable as it was. I needed to find out more about myself and what I want in life.
I spent two weeks in Juneau, enjoying the Folk Festival, and the company of Justin, his family, and my friends who were in town for the festival. There's nothing quite as much fun as a weekend of good friends, good music, and dancing.
On the 14th, I again packed my things into my car and drove to the ferry terminal. After arriving in Haines, I drove to Destruction Bay and spent the night at a motel. The next day, I drove all the way to Eagle River to stay with Britta, who was my stepmother years and years ago. It was wonderful to see her again, and she even made me German pancakes for breakfast! I was a full day ahead of schedule, so I decided not to tell my parents, and surprised them at their house the following afternoon.
So here I am, in Homer. I am living at my parents' old log home (they have since moved) 16 miles out East End Road, with their renter, Julie, and her dog. There is still quite a bit of snow out here, but it's melting fast. I have a part-time job lined up at a Lodge in Halibut Cove, which will start at the end of the month, and I'll hopefully be finding another job over there to fill in some more hours. I am really looking forward to having a hands-on job.
After that, which will end mid-August, things are still very fuzzy. But I trust that in time they will become clearer.
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