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.
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.
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.