Having a blog, and using things like the timehop app mean that I always know what was happening a year ago today, or two years, or four, or sometimes 9+ years in the past (those posts are the best btw. Ohhhhhh college). This daily feature can make me smile or laugh, or sometimes, as is the case this week, take a long look at where I've been and how far I've come.
For a while there Adam and I were nomads. From Seattle where we met to Olympia, WA where The Accidental Olympian was born. Then two years of roots and life and friendships and jobs later, we were throwing our world in a car and heading north to Alaska.
It was one of the craziest and scariest and most WFT weeks of my life. I had never been to Alaska, I had never dreamed of living there, and I had no idea what was waiting for me in the Great White North. Even the townhouse we were moving into was a mystery we'd only seen via the pictures posted on Craigslist. [This would turn out to be a horrible way to rent a home in a far away land. The more you know!]
All I really knew is that I had Adam with me and the dogs and we were going to see what Alaska was all about. I knew it was only temporary and figured it would go down as one of the wildest chapters of our lives. I had no idea how true those words would become.
What's even more surreal is that this week isn't just the week that we moved to Alaska. This exact week two years ago is also the same week that we packed up again and moved our entire lives across the country from Alaska to Chicagoland. An equally wild road trip across another vast unknown exactly two years after starting our first wild ride.
After going through my Washington > Alaska posts and remembering all the excitement and fear and sadness (goodbyes suck, especially when you're saying goodbye to Alaskans) there's an entire other group of posts to dive into!
After two amazing years in Alaska, basically on the dot we were moving again. This time to Chicagoland. This would be our third time starting over together, making us officially nomads. As I read back day one and two, then day three, then day four, and then our final push into Chicagoland it's such a different person than the girl who moved to Alaska on a hope and a prayer.
The thing that strikes me the most as I reread and relive these huge events in our past is that here I sit in my home and I'm not currently crossing the country. I'm not living in a suitcase for 4+ weeks on end. I'm not wondering what the future has in store for me, while also mourning the friends and community that I'm leaving behind.
Today in this moment we're just here.
By some miracle or chance, we actually broke the six year cycle.