It has been over two months since my girl and I set off on a new adventure in the great Northwest. School will not start for another four weeks so I have been spending as much time as I possibly can exploring, both near and far. There is so much to see here that I don't think I have enough time left in my life to do it all, but I am going to try. Every time I walk out the door I am amazed at the colors that exist. When we first talked about coming up here I hoped this would be a good fit, I thought it would be, but I wasn't sure. It's scary after basically living in one place for 30+ years to go somewhere completely and utterly different. Part of me wondered if it would be as wonderful as I hoped. I didn't know if I would like being so close to a city, if I could deal with the traffic, if I really liked the gray skies as much as I thought I did. It hasn't been very long, and I do still struggle with whether or not this was the right decision, but when I do struggle all I have to do is get outside. Whether it is walking along the Columbia, hiking through the forest, or even driving across the bridge to downtown, I feel a sense of belonging here that I've never felt anywhere else. Yes, I get scared and, yes, I get lonely, and, yes, I wonder if I will fail out of school and end up working as a greeter at Walmart, but even if I do I know that this is where I need to be.