Salem just turned six months old last Sunday. He's grown so much from a tiny baby into a little boy and I've been home for the last six weeks to see some of his most amazing changes. I loved watching him discover new things. It's amazing when he drops what he is doing and becomes so immediately focused on my hands or a tag hanging from a pillow. The world is very new to him and I am so blessed to be a part of it.
I'm at a very peaceful place. Books are interesting to me, which is something very out of character if you know me and my embarrassingly weak reading skills. My arm is healing although I'm becoming increasingly aware that parts of my arm will never return to normal and that is a humbling feeling. Things are well at home but I want to talk about my escape plan. Five months of washing boats then I'll begin school fulltime as well as taking a part time position teaching English online. That gives us an unimaginable amount of freedom and I've been racking my brain trying to figure out what to do about it. The mountains are calling me but I'm not sure from where. It's a beautiful and familiar voice that hasn't spoken to me in a long time and now that she is back I promise not to stop listening ever again.
Think young fool, think... what is the next move?
I think I need to get to Seattle in September, but what next?
