It’s been a while since my last posting. I’ve been busy making lists, including ‘write blog post’. In this piece, I painted the craziness around parenting and suburban life. My kids were in elementary school and sometimes, it almost seemed like preparing for a date took longer than the actual date! So I painted my lists…
Many of you already know I am moving next week. It’s time to downsize as my children spread their wings, learn new skills and take advantage of their new-found freedom. For me, this is the realization of a long-time dream: to live on Bainbridge Island WA, a quiet island with a large artist community. While it’s only a 35 minute ferry ride West of Seattle, the rhythm of life will soon be punctuated by the ferry schedule.
If you haven’t been to Bainbridge, imagine Mayberry in the Pacific Northwest. Trees, windy two-lane roads, views of Puget Sound, the Olympic Mountains and occasionally Mt. Rainier. Gardeners gardening, cyclists cycling, kayakers kayaking, hikers hiking, tourists touring and artists making stuff. A veritable paradise.
I’ve been lucky enough to find a lovely mid-century modern charmer in need of a little TLC: gorgeous hardwood floors and large picture windows on the main level and a large studio space on the lower level. Tall trees, dappled sunlight and a deck to grow tomatoes and to share the outdoors with friends.
Lists are my way of staying sane when things get a little hectic. I’ve spent these last 6 months making lists: what to pack, what not to pack, what to give away, what to do now, what to do later, what to bring, what to leave behind, who to call, when to call. To my fellow list enthusiasts, I know you’ll
appreciate the myriads of lists one tends to make when moving. I even found myself making a list of the lists I needed to make!
To those of you who navigate life free of lists, I am in admiration. Lists are a fact of life for me, and so I leave you with a skip in my step as I’m able to cross one more item off my list.