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I guess I didn’t really take my husband seriously last week when he came home and said,, “Hey, there is a position opening up in Montana.”… 

We’ve visited this “moving” thing a MILLION times in the last 5 years. Actively searched real estate in Idaho, Montana, Alaska, Washington and I thinkkkkkkkk California. Heck, we’ve even made the bold move of making a road trip to Idaho to check out a potential city to work in,, but everything always turned out less-appealing than beautiful Oregon. 

Being the in the military, and having moved around as much as I did, “change” sort of started flowing thru my veins as much as blood. So after we had Anders, and moved from San Diego, Ca to Seattle, Washington, I thought that that was the last move. But then we ended up here in Portland, Oregon. We’ve been here for what is it now? Like 6 years, which is the LONGEST I have ever lived anywhere post graduating from high school and joining the Coast Guard. We then had Maggie and as our family has grown, our roots have sort of started taking hold here in Oregon. I started this business, kids are in the school system, the “community” factor is a huge card and well, FRIENDS…..  FRIENDS are near and dear to me. The thought of leaving my friends, OUCH!!!    

But you see, growing up I never had boundaries. Meaning, if I walked out my front door, I could walk in any given direction for DAYS and would never come upon a fence. Which ultimately gave me imagination, the ability to think clearly, and the need to roam and wander freely. That’s not to say my folks would send us out in winter time when the snow was 10 feet tall and we literally had to craft a way out to the car, which, would then need at LEAST 30 mins to warm up and thaw. My point is, is that I would give anything to allow my kids to have that sort of freedom. The freedom to get up and go out and feed the animals. To be able to have actual camp outs in their own backyard. I’d particularly enjoy going out my front door w/ little to nothing on w/out fear of anyone seeing me. That would be ideal.  Having to drive something that NEEDED to be 4 wheel drive to go get some milk. Odd as it seems, that just sounds FUN to me.  But if this move does indeed happen, and I’m still blogging while living in Montana, please remind me of this conversation ;c)  Chances are, it won’t. We are all creatures of habit. We get into our grooves, and always hear of others moving to and fro across the country for jobs/family/etc.  But it never seems to be us. I guess the only two things, three actually, that would prevent me from moving, would be…   My family. Even though we don’t live close enough to drive to each others’ doorsteps, the flight is a mere hour and 20 mins. Piece of cake with kids.  Two.. would be the fact that my best friend and production assistant, Heather, lives just down the hill from us, so the business would take a huge hit. I’d have to step it up and take over all production until I could find help in Montana. Not to mention taking away a job for her and her family.  And thirdly, the view in which I wake to every morning. My day is welcomed by the most breathtaking view, and it would be VERY hard to leave it. In fact, I’d like to say that no matter where we moved, we’d never get the same view that we have here at this house. It really does help me, when the rain won’t stop. I can at least see the horizon, and the trees…

So…. I guess tonight we’re supposed to talk about it…..   amongst dinner, bathtime for the kids, bedtime for the kids, homework… you name it.

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