Leaving Home

Marin has been our family’s home for the past 9 years, and mine for the past 20. Boy does my love for Marin run deep. No, I didn’t grow up there, but it’s the place I became me. And I am pretty sure I speak for Andreas when I say we both absolutely looooovvve our Marin community and all the area has to offer. We knew moving to Denmark was the right decision for us, but leaving was/is still hard. I miss the conversations, hugs and familiar faces at school drop off, local events and work. I miss impromptu dinners with friends, hiking Mt. Tam on a whim, popping down to Stinson Beach after school to watch the sunset. I miss my old neighbors and my awesome Hillside church community. I miss the fog, I miss the sun, I miss our go-to take out places, farmers markets, my favorite workout partners and places and so much more! Aside from the insane cost of living (a huge topic in and of itself), Marin has soooooooo many good things to offer. Expensive yes, but definitely unique. It is also convenient. And that convenience is fantastic, addicting and well…REEEEEEAAAAALLLLLY hard to walk away from.

Turns out though, that stepping away from all that Marin awesomeness is pretty amazing too. It reveals a quietness in me that feels wildly unfamiliar…yet peaceful. As if time has paused and I’m suspended in the space between what was and what might be. I’m aware of the tension in this space and I can taste my vulnerability. I feel alive. I feel curious and I feel bold.