One year, but it seems like more.
Some parts didn't take long at all. Falling in love with Portland and Seattle took less than a day, each. Driving to the ocean took 30 minutes. Learning that a six pack of Guinness costs more here than we're willing to pay on a regular basis took about 5 seconds. And coming to the full realization that we lived in an ostensibly rural area, with all that encompasses, took a couple of months, three at the most. This fact might have been immediately obvious to others, but I'll admit I was a little slow on the uptake. I've been called a Pollyanna by a couple of my coworkers.
Other things took a lot longer. It took 8 months for Nico to find a job that paid a living wage. It took 4 months before we found a restaurant we really liked within a half hour's drive, 4 months before I found anyone who could qualify as a friend outside of work. It took a little longer than that to realize that the town we lived in was a hole, that we could never make it work for us in even a temporary way no matter how hard we tried. It took us 10 months before we were able to move someplace else.
And some things that I expected to happen still haven't, whether through chance or my own lack of action.
I still haven't driven the loop of the Olympic Peninsula...
I haven't visited the Hoh Rainforest...
And I STILL haven't seen a banana slug! Damn! That was the one thing I expected for sure to see.
2 comments:
Those banana slugs are much prettier than just plain old slugs.
They're also a sneaky, wily bunch. That's why you haven't seen them.
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