Moving Home.

  “Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
― Sarah Dessen

Tumalo Falls

 

The Sisters

The Young Family relocated June 3, 2014 from the comfort of surroundings we had known for 14 years in central Oklahoma, to the unknown but expected magical surroundings of central Oregon.

Metolius River

It was purely choice, not necessity as I’ve seen with so many friends and family. We found a place by chance that stole our hearts and minds from the first few minutes 2 summers ago.  For 2 years we played with the crazy notions of what it would be like to live there for real, like the people we met did. We continued our daily life full of friends, good people, horses and triathlon and a growing community that always supported (or pretended to ha) our little acts of whimsy and crazy.

family race

 Comfort was surely what we had in our home and 10 acres.  We made it home. A forever home that never imagined leaving for real, just in fanciful dreams after a fun trip… always after trips to the mountains that keep pieces of you every time you leave.

Things happen in life to people you love and admire, things they never saw coming, things no one who loved them expected.  Things that were ‘someday’ things now never will happen, at least not the same.  We started to wonder if waiting for a “best” time was really wise? We have life and love and energy, right now!  We saw fire light in our kids’ eyes at the hint of such an adventure, and also heard them doubt us.  Doubt we would follow through with our little ideas or maybe somedays.

I want my kids to follow their guts, always, to not miss out on things that call them for the security of safe and the false security of “later”.  Preaching this to them may sort of help, but showing them started to feel right.  So right that we made it official in the spring, the Youngs were moving. Moving to a new home.  Moving us, the true sense of us, who we are together IS home so that means we were MOVING HOME.

Not moving away from home.. taking it with us, taking all of the people and memories and lessons learned with us, it all is part of making anywhere we are HOME.  Thanks to all the people who cheered us and cried with us through the move and let us know that we are loved.  You all are part of what made it possible for us to go for it.  And you are part of home for us, no matter where the dot on the map says.

mt bachelor and shiny happy us

Just so happens it is smack dab in the middle of volcanoes and rivers and waterfalls and lakes and pine trees and wildlife, aka Bend.  We are pretty darn tickled about that:-)

Much of our ability to forge into new territory came from reading stories of pioneers, true pioneers before us… Is where you are today because of such a change  or inspired by someone?  Are you pondering a “move” in one direction or another?! I would love to hear about it!

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