“Where are you from?”
“Well, it’s hard to say.”
This question-answer combo is something that I’ve had trouble with my entire life because of the many times that my family moved growing up; we hopped around West Tennessee in the pattern of a new town nearly every 3 years. So needless to say, moving is not something that I’m unfamiliar with.
. . .
I was living in Paris, TN, home of the World’s Biggest Fish Fry,
SEE!!! (Image: Paris/Henry County Chamber of Commerce)
coaching girls’ basketball and teaching 7th grade English. I was very content with my little life until I visited with one of my old friends while he was home for Christmas.
Fast forward a year and a few months, and we were married on a sunny Sunday afternoon in May.
Now, marrying Monty meant that I would encounter the biggest move of my life – a move across the country to a beautiful state in the Pacific Northwest, Washington. Monty is in the military, so him moving back home wasn’t really an option for us.
Not only would I be moving to Washington, but I would be moving to an island in the top northwestern corner of Washington — 36 hours from my little Paris duplex.
Before the move, Washington was a state that I barely knew anything about. Now that I’m here, I’m trying to soak in as much of the PNW as possible – the mountains and volcanoes, food and wine, the ocean, and probably a little more food and wine.
This blog likely won’t contain tales of scaling Mount Rainier, as I am afraid to even go too far into our own (fenced in) backyard because Monty killed a snake there last week. However, this will be a place for all of my adventures and experiences on my new side of the country, no matter how mild or extravagant they may be.