We aren’t the same people we were when we first started dating.
The changing landscapes we have experienced together have shaped us into better versions of ourselves.
Sometimes I wonder if the younger me would even recognize who I am now, but I think a part of me always knew these aspects of myself I needed to see.
“Home, I said.
In every language there is a word for it.
In the body itself, climbing
those walls of white thunder, past those green
temples, there is also
a word for it.
I said, home.”
- Mary Oliver, “The River”
Its a strange feeling to split your heart and home into multiple places and feel the distance between them.
Yet, its because of that distance that I’ve been forced to grow. Sometimes it is ugly, lonely and depressing. And sometimes it is a gift, like the surreal feeling of being dwarfed by mountains or a never ending sea; to lose count of the gradients of green swatches that run off, winding around a curve.
As I’ve learned the effects of different environments on my psyche, I’ve found its greenery that rejuvenates my soul.
Switzerland’s mountains and lakes reminded me of how much I loved living in the Pacific Northwest, near water and forever chasing a clear view of the iconic Mount Rainier, Washington’s active volcano standing majestically 14,410 feet above sea level.