So we made the move. From Utahns to Oregonians. From BYU students to how-to-survive-endless-rain students, if you've ever visited or even heard of the Northwest, you know what I mean. From more money going out than coming in, to the other way around (YAHOO!! well, maybe next month.) From late nights cramming for test to late nights organizing closets, drawers, the garage, and bookshelves in a place 3x the size of any residence we've ever inhabited.
I always anitcipated that with college graduation would come the feeling of a destination reached. But it was surprisingly not so. With each milestone (marriage, baby, job, etc.) I get the increasingly clear impression that each of these markers, although momentous, are not desinations or even resting points. Life is one large transition and progression. Being the to-do list kind of girl I am, frustration often sets in when destinations are reached but I cannot check things off my list. Example: as college is finished I cannot say , "Done learning, check." Or when Kate finally slept through the night, can't say "Done using patience, check." But, also hailing from the worlds most optimistic gene pool (my family are some of the most sunny people I know) I also see that this is a wonderful way to keep things interesting. Growing and learning never ever stops, hallejuah. If the measuring stick of patience were held above my head now, I would seriously come up short as in so many other areas. So here we come, new segment of life, ready to keep on truckin.