Our Abode

When Anders and I accepted this adventure to pick up and move to a town called Chelan, WA, I can accurately say that I knew nothing about this place. I did, however, have one strong notion of what I thought it might be like–different than anything I knew.  We have both grown up in cities, we were living in the Bay Area, and I had just become acclimated to the life and culture of teaching in Oakland, when I got home one evening in February and Anders told me that the placement he had been offered for his internship year was in a town that has fewer people than my high school! After making up my mind that I wouldn't be joining him on this endeavor, I was left to be safe and comfortable in the world that I knew–big town, not small.

However, my mind has a way of changing itself, and over a memorable Indian dinner on College Ave., Anders and I began to discuss what it would be like to move together to central Washington. There was only one problem–besides the fact that we would be together, we didn't really know what life would be like.  Many questions began to pop into my mind, most of them went like this: "What if __________ is not as good as ___________ in the Bay Area?!" I quickly decided that one of my coping mechanisms for transitioning from this wonderful place that had become home, to small town life, would be having no expectations. I figured, if I don't plan for much, I can only go up from there.

Looking back on our arrival and first impressions, I would say my approach served us well. We had no idea what Chelan looked like, felt like, or how it operated, but on September 15th when we drove across the high desert and then descended into the picturesque Chelan Valley, we were more than pleasantly surprised. In the same day, we were welcomed to our new home by Pastor Paul and some very friendly people from church. Welcome to our abode, hopefully many of you will be able to come experience it in person=).