Can't wait to be broke, stressed, and looking for work but also getting to sit back here and feel humbled by the ocean. It's always easier to stay put and not make big changes, and part of me is panicking as we pack, realizing how hard the next few months are about to be. At the end of the day though, this move feels right.
A triptych from three years ago.
It's hard to fathom actually landing back on the island and being there again, except this time with Logan in tow. He's only been to Victoria for a total of six days and is willing to move with me, and I hope he loves the ocean, the tidal pools, the rainy days as much as I did. Things are very different now than they were in 2017 but my heart is already so tender knowing we will be back there next week, trying to make something happen.
Please no.