I know I’ve been quiet for a while.
I’ve been busy as hell, and so very tired. In recent months, it’s felt as if I’m walking through a dream. Sometimes in the middle of doing something, or talking to someone, my mind has zoned out and tried to assess whether the moment is “real.” And I’m just waiting to wake up in the darkness of my familiar ghetto, and pour myself another cup of “melancoffee.” Hm, I guess I just invented a new word. Maybe the clever switch in my brain got turned back on. Or perhaps it’s just more nonsensical babble coming from thoughts that are still a bit muddy. Hell if I know.
To get to the point, February 2016 marked the end of 40 years in Beaverton for me. A new chapter was opened, 100 miles away. Stagnant city air gave way to fresh salty breezes. The noise of traffic, crowds, and random chaos turned into wild waves crashing on cliffs, and the squawk of seagulls flying overhead. A lifetime of apartment living, and laundromats became a house with it’s own washer and dryer. Something most people take for granted, but I have never known what it’s like to live in such a setting. My husband thinks it’s cute because I call laundry “fun” now, and I’m excited to try Tide Pods when we buy detergent next.
Yes, I’m now living on the beautiful Oregon coast, in Depoe Bay. In an old single wide mobile home with a huge deck that has a partial ocean view. Right across the street are the majestic cliffs of Pirate Cove. It’s a glorious new world, and just as close as a broke person can get to living in paradise. There is a short walk from my house to the end of my street, (the equivalent distance of walking from my old apartment to the mailbox) where there is a small rock that says “Depoe Bay Scenic Area.” Right beyond it is a short trail that opens up to the breathtaking sight of huge rolling waves. There’s a few benches along a winding path, and you can feel the vibrations of waves hitting the rocks, as you sit there in wonder of it all. It’s usually a place of perfect solitude, aside from the occasional person walking their dogs, whale watching, or fishing off the cliffs, which has made me want to get a pole and start catching my own dinner. I certainly intend to walk there as much as possible, soak it all in, and just start feeling…better.
The food is amazing here, as well. And it’s all within walking distance from our house. The Tidepool Pub has some of the best pizza and onion rings I’ve had in my life. Gracie’s Sea Hag has decadent crab & shrimp stuffed mushrooms to die for. And, we have found our coastal equivalent to The Golden Crown – a funky little Tiki themed Chinese dive called Wing Wa. The dishes are yummy and comforting. We’ve spent hours listening to the amusing banter of old time regulars, and getting lost in Long Islands that are strong enough to erase the memory of how we got home. (Good thing we live so close we don’t have to drive.) As a few of the reviews on Yelp have said, it’s a great taste of local culture.
I wish I could say all is perfect, but life never is. As much as our little tin can is beginning to feel cozy and homey, it’s got some major issues. It’s a 46 year old mobile home, after all. There are electrical problems. It’s completely rotten underneath the house, and in certain spots, like on the ceiling inside of one of the kitchen cupboards. The insulation has totally decomposed. The windows are of the old, cracked, broken, aluminum variety. Some are open a bit, and won’t close. The real estate place seems less than interested in fixing them, so we may have to take matters into our own hands. No question – even with it’s serene neighborhood, and beautiful view from the front porch, (which is perfect for summer BBQ-ing and coffee on nice mornings) our home needs serious weatherizing before winter rolls around again.
All of that was enough to make me want to give up, and go back to the apartment on the first night I was here. I was alone, overwhelmed, and scared. But Bob couldn’t drive me anywhere after work that evening, as he had a bad attack of sciatica. And by the next day, I decided to put my big girl panties on, face my fears, and make it work. My first walk on the cliffs gave me a lot of the motivation I needed. I looked around and realized I’d be crazy to give up this kind of beauty, just because I was afraid. No way – I want this. My heart has always wanted this.
I think the choice was a good one. And I have faith that things will change for the better because of it. So many miracles have happened already, I can’t help but wonder what’s next.