I moved here to Washington state about a year ago. I moved to be in a place where I've always wanted to live and be with a woman I've always wanted to be with. When people ask me why I left a town I love and people I adore, the short answer is "It was for a girl and the fishing." As it turns out, there is more. There is the ocean, mountains, a friendly little music scene and some pretty big trees.
After a heavy bout with homesickness (which coincided with my annual late fall funk), it felt like I was I was starting to settle in. Then the pandemic hit. Now it feels like I am back to square one.
They closed down fishing, they closed the bars where I could play some music a couple nights a week and all of the headway I'd made in building a circle of friends just ended. Throw in that my garden, my dirt that has given me some purpose between my music and fishing vices, is 3,000 miles away . I don't think there is a woman in the entire world who could fill those holes, not even the one I moved here for. Afterall, nobody can save us from ourselves.
Its smokey here from the wildfires far away. The air is bad. The ships out in the channel are blowing a chorus of low drone horns so that they don't collide in the smokey soup. This too shall pass...right?
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