I realized tonight, about two hours ago, that my first full, official day of living in Astoria was February 15, 2015. Get it? 02-15-2015. I think that's a SIGN. It's a poetic date, a little pattern.... two-fifteen, two-thousand-fifteen. We moved here on Valentine's Day, but the next day we woke up here.
Because of that I know I'm on the right track. Not because I believe in signs or other such hullaballooo but because patterns matter to me. I like it when things fall into place. Like, I came up with the concept of this blog yesterday. I sat here, gazing out my window with the awesome view, listening to the sea lions barking somewhere below at the river's edge, and decided what my platform should be, what my blog should focus on, what I liked to talk about and take photos of... and yesterday? Yesterday would have been my mother's 69th birthday.
She left us in 2006, though, but she would have loved Astoria. She would have really loved this house. She grew up in a time when big, old houses like this were the norm, but our life together saw us go from our own little house that burned down when I was four, to Grandma's big house, then to our little cottage with the rose garden, veggie patch, peach and plum trees, and the giant tulip tree that watched over it all.
That's where I grew up, with laundry on the line in the summer, hanging on lines in the dirt basement in the winter, the kitchen table where everything happened, the tiny 9-inch black-and-white television with seven channels that sat right next to the kitchen table (never in the living room), tons of art supplies, and cats. Many, many kittehs.
I wish I had pictures from that time. It was the Seventies and cameras were scarce and film was expensive, not to mention the cost of printing the photos. I can remember it in my mind, but I'll need to brush up on my drawing skills to do justice to the colorful childhood I had living in that cottage surrounded by flowers.
Now I have my own kids, and a dining room full of art supplies, and kittehs. We're working on the flowers, and planning for the day we buy a house again, so we can plant whatever we want, bring home a dozen chickens, and of course, more art supplies and kittehs.
I'm doing it... but I have many more plans in the works. 2015 is a part of that plan.
I can't wait to see what I've done by 02-16-2016!