If you know me then you know that my presence seems to generate change. Not just once in awhile either, but all the time. And if you know me, you know that I thrive in that environment, I’m good at being a change-instigator and usually what follows in the wake is good stuff but you also know that it can wear me out and I suffer from occasional bouts of anxiety, lots of sleep deprivation and there are some worry lines appearing. (I’m told I made up that last part but I swear I can see some lines when looking in the bathroom mirror)

True to form, more change is happening in my corner of the world. And I like to believe that someday all of these crazy experiences and wild leaps of faith will make me a wise sage and not just a loony bin.

In mid-June B and I will be heading back to our old stomping grounds and his birthplace of Spokane. Our jobs call us back to the headquarters in Eastern Washington for at least the next 18 months and then who knows. This transition both thrills and terrifies us. On so many levels it is one of the best decision that our company’s board has made recently because it brings our team back together, saves us some hard earned shekels and overall improves the efficiency of the business. There are also some major personal perks like being close to family again, living in our beautiful restored 1900s farmhouse on the northside and freeing up space in our schedules to focus on work. Then there are the not-so-fun parts that include leaving a city we have fallen head-over-heals in love with, exiting volunteer opportunities that we’re passionate about and moving somewhere that will challenge our lifestyle values.

I find myself more at peace than I had expected to be when this plan was first discussed and now that we are well underway with the move there’s more anticipation than trepidation. This life is crazy. There’s no doubt about that. It’s also beautiful and messy, a lot like the storm that passed through Greenacres and resulted in some pretty gorgeous scenery.