Believe Me, I Know … Or Do I?

Log home

Day Family Log Home

We moved out to our log home in Everson in 2001.   We didn’t build it. We just stumbled on it one day and surprisingly enough, it became ours.  I loved everything about it — great country home surrounded by giant cedars with a salmon spawning creek running through. Very private, peaceful and quiet, sitting on 5 acres of land.  This wasn’t the first house we had bought — it was our third — but it was the first one I thoroughly LOVED!  I don’t know how other people feel about their homes, but this caught me by surprise.

Bruce & I had spent 25 years raising our family in the city before moving out here. But from the moment I saw this house, before it was even ours, I felt like I had come home.  It was the most amazing feeling and, in the 10 years we have been here, it hasn’t changed.  I really believe I was meant to live in the country but I couldn’t know that until I had the experience.  And here I always thought I was a “city” girl!!

I also spent almost my entire life believing that I didn’t like cats.  I liked dogs.  I grew up with dogs, owned my own dogs as soon as I left home.  When people asked, I always said, “I’m a dog person, not a cat person.”  I hate to admit it, but I even shunned cats.  No sense trying to be someone I wasn’t, for gosh sakes.  I was a dog person.

Two small dogs looking up from their bed

Our dogs, Chai & Chase

 

And then, one day last year, we decided mouse traps just weren’t cutting it and we needed a cat.  With mixed feelings, we adopted Jose (aka Fat Cat)  He was a bit traumatized when he arrived having just left the only family he knew for the past 3 years, and he was also uncomfortable with dogs, so he initially chose to stay downstairs with Brianna.  Somewhere around 3 weeks, he began making trips upstairs and within no time at all, I loved him just like my dogs.

Black cat with white bib staring straight ahead

Jose (aka Fat Cat)

But wait, I’m a dog person.  Aren’t I?

So what else don’t I know about myself?

My quest to discover more about myself continues.  The fact that we are strongly considering making some big changes in our life, leaves me a bit apprehensive. I would, of course, be making these changes based on who I think I am — but what if I’m wrong?

I’ve decided to take the Pollyanna route — look at this from an exciting point of view.  Discovering new things about myself requires an open mind, a playful spirit, and a willingness to accept what I find.  What’s not to like?  I’m in.

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About dbdaze

Currently spending much of my time contemplating the remainder of my life ... realizing the importance of dreams that are fulfilled, support of those closest to you, and the value in downsizing and living with less.
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2 Responses to Believe Me, I Know … Or Do I?

  1. Bruce says:

    We have some of the best neighbors a person could ask for…and: if the house were 1/3rd as big as it is…,and if the property were 1/10th as big as it is, and…if it were warmer, sunnier and cheaper, I could live here forever. Nice blog dbdaze

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