My dear friend Patty emailed me weeks ago asking my take on everything. I had the hardest time thinking about how to reply, but finally I did. Here’s what I wrote.
I haven’t written you back because I haven’t been able to figure out how to tell you what my take is without writing a book. Today we went on a long walk and here’s the picture that came to mind when I was trying to find the right words …
It’s like being born made for the countryside with giant mountains, clean air, wildflowers and wide open spaces. But, living your life in the city where it’s bustling and fun and there’s tons to do and a really sweet, fulfilling life is lived.
Nevertheless you know there’s somewhere else you will love more. Somewhere your heart and soul is longing for and you know you won’t fully be fulfilled until you’re there.
There are all sorts of days where you tell yourself the city is best. It’s where the people are and the fun is. It’s where you’re comfortable and you know how to be yourself. Yet at night your head always hits the pillow imagining life in the country.
Then, you suddenly wake up and realize you’re home … surrounded by stunning views and clear blue skies. And, it’s exactly how you imagined, but even more beautiful. The sun is brilliant, the night’s stars clear. The bugs don’t bother you and the mountains majestic.
There are days (and sometimes nights) when you hike all day long and in the midst of the climb you realize just how hard it is, but you also know that every step is so worthwhile and although it’s tiring you know your energy is not being spent in vain.
When you do rest it is sweet and you breathe in deeply and exhale into a smile knowing that when you get up in the morning you’re going to wake up to the same glorious sun.
Sure, there are fleeting moments where you think about all the things you did in the city, but the exchange is worth it. The country wins hands down.
I trust you get the picture. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.
Thanks for making me stop and think about it.
I’m leaving for Austin today for Jesh’s workshop. It’s difficult thinking about leaving baby girl for the first time, but Jesh gave me a free spot to this workshop and it is an experience I know I’d be crazy to pass up. Charley is loved and will be very much taken care of. This I know to be true.
I fly home to Knoxville to meet Corey and Charley for our annual med school reunion, vacation to Banner Elk and then Nashville to meet our sweet, new nephew. Then, it will be October and Charley will be 11-weeks old. Sigh.
I hope this fall breeze is beginning to blanket you all …
p.s. I’ve settled on The Hunger Games. SO excited to start reading! Thanks so much for helping me compile a hefty “must-read” list. I am totally set for the winter!