I’m just getting back from spending a week in Oregon with my family. I didn’t stay as long as I usually do and that was the right thing this year. My brother is just moving back to the area and getting settled in and *I* felt that the sooner that we free up beds and allow he and his son to get into their routine, the better.
My time in Oregon was delightful. I absolutely love my family and love the little town where I grew up. I heard it described as “charming” at our Christmas get together, and I have to agree. Every time I go home, I want to move back. The valley is gorgeous, and I know and love the people. Growing up, I constantly heard people complain about our little town. There is enough poverty, long-term welfare, and drug addiction to really depress a person. However, I later learned that all areas have these issues. When I moved out of my parents’ house and moved to other areas–small towns and cities–I realized that where ever you go, there will be people who hate where they’re living.
I have been fortunate enough to live in some gorgeous settings: on my parents’ farm, and right next to a gorgeous bay in the Pacific Northwest, and under the spectacular mountains of Utah, and the rolling hills and vibrant sunsets of the Palouse. I’m the kind of person who has always liked where she lives, but I’ve also been lucky enough to live in really lovely areas.