Yesterday, in the midst of packing, and watching mid-May snow fall outside my window, I posted a list of things I won't miss about Alaska.
Today, as I finalized my last-minute list for tomorrow morning, finished cleaning the house, and contemplated our second year here, I started thinking about what I will miss about Alaska.
I will miss the slow pace of life.
I will the peace.
I will miss the blue skies,
and the nothingness that stretches as far as the eye can see, and beyond.
I will miss the simple life we have created here.
Today as I finish packing and start praying for clear skies and safe travels,
I am remembering the months--
August when the land was green and the river was flowing;
October when we trick-or-treated in FREEZING weather, nearly being blown away;
November when I hosted my first Thanksgiving
and we celebrated the amazing community we have in the teachers around us;
New Years when I resolved to own my truth;
April when the snow finally began to melt, and we were once again able to play out.
It's been an amazing year. Full of growth and learning and challenge.
I am happy to be closing it with a grateful heart.
I am grateful for my friends in Marshall.
I am grateful for my children, and my stay-at-home mom status.
I am grateful for my husband, who loves me so completely.
Challenging as it is, Alaska has become home, and we belong here.