Over Mother's Day weekend I took a trip home. Friday I headed out early from work and caught a train into the city, then a few subways over to Newark for a redeye out west. After some non-restful sleep in the SF airport, I arrived to beautiful PDX around 11 the next morning. That feeling of landing in this airport, of knowing all the gates and concourses, of stepping out into the Oregon spring air ... my heart couldn't have gotten more full. And then the little gray Honda with my Mom and sister driving up to the curb ...
That was Saturday. The rest of the day was a blur of swimming, smoothies, and long hours around the dinner table. Oh to be a family again. All six of us.
Sunday was so great to be in Silverton again, lined up on a bench with my Mom and sisters, hearing familiar ministers and song leaders and brothers giving songs. We hurried home to have Papa Del's pizza and homemade ice cream, celebrate birthdays and Mother's Day and Father's Day and all those events we are never together for, and curl up on couches to watch old family pictures. And then Sunday night Tiera was back on her way to the airport and all we had were plans to be together again at Christmas.
I was thankful to be just beginning my days at home and could settle into my own bed that Sunday night, hearing Kendra take off for Corvallis and the rest of the house quiet for the night. Just like old times. Almost. I got up early on Monday to log on when my coworkers were beginning their days on the east coast, and the morning flew by with meetings and Skype calls just as if I were in the office. Except I wasn't, I got to be wearing pjs and sitting in bed. Oh, the perks of working agile. The afternoon held a walk to the library with Dad and then a swim, reading outside on the chaise lounge, some piano playing and violin duets, and grilled chicken salads for dinner. Could not have asked for a more relaxing day.
Tuesday I took off and Mom and I headed to the coast. Our favorite -- Cannon Beach -- was cloudless and waiting, with all of our old-time favorites: claim chowder and halibut at Bill's, a walk on the beach, a stroll through the shops, a few hours with a book. That day was stolen, stolen from time that always rushed by when I lived at home, when I lived at home and there were errands to run and bathrooms to clean and other things to do; now we made time and the other things faded away. And now, two weeks later, when my sunburn is faded and I'm back east, I am so so thankful that we did it.
One evening when Kendra was back from school we took a trip up to Portland for Burgerville burgers and shakes and to walk the new Tilikum Bridge. The bridge and the summer evening were great, piling five of us into the Honda and driving those familiar roads again was better.
That second weekend home my parents were gone so my sisters and I reverted to the old days. Kendra and I spent the whole day in the pool on Friday (oh wow was that wonderful), then that night we ate outside on the patio and Kyla and I made Auntie Anne's pretzels. Saturday was for sleeping in and playing the piano and being lazy, then I headed to Dundee to meet a good friend for wood-fired pizzas and cozy atmosphere before YG in Silverton. After young group Tressa and I decided for a third try at the paper lanterns we had tried to let off twice last summer (both foiled due to weather ... the coast was too windy, the fields last July too dry). Saturday's rainy morning had made us confident that we wouldn't be starting any fires, so we doled out lanterns to the group left at YG at 9:30 that night and started lighting. The first one bounced haphazardly up Duane and Adrianna's roof before getting stuck in a fir tree, and caused enough heart attacks to get us to move to open fields closer to church. Though some of them ripped and others didn't make it far off the ground, the lantern-letting was fun and the sky was dark black and the perfect backdrop.
Then it was Sunday and the graduation potluck and then Kyla was driving me to the airport to fly back to Connecticut. And I was tired. Ahead of me, so many hours in an airplane seat through the night, landing in New York to the Monday morning commute rush, logging on to work on the few hours of trains back to CT. But this is the life I have been led to live, and I feel confident of that one fact despite the sweet goodness of being back home in Oregon. And it won't be forever, but for now I have that peace and no regrets.
I'm a twenty-something from the Pacific NW making home in new places as I follow where God leads.
My intent is to show Christ's love to the world and use business to solve some of the social problems we face: hunger, illiteracy, healthcare, economic hardship. For now, I'm in a stage of learning. A little adventuring, a few books, some good friends, and a whole lot of prayer and life runs on.