Learning how to navigate my way around it won’t be easy, but we’ll get there.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling excited about a bunch of new beginnings. The snow here in Alaska is finally melting. I’m off work for our local holiday, Seward’s Day, and an eagle is soaring in view of my bedroom balcony. And I’m fiddling around on my new and improved site!
Then, as I run outside to push my recycling bin to the curb, I find a lovely pair of moose eating my neighbor’s tree. They size me up and then move around to my small back deck, where the eating is better.
There was a funny Facebook post I saw not long ago.
You know you’re in Alaska if–
*You only recognize two seasons: fishing season and waiting for fishing season.
*Dressing up means putting on your cleanest flannel shirt.(There are 98 others tips, but you get the point. We’re a little different in Alaska.)
But the women here are pretty different too. I heard from a male friend once that moving to Alaska where a woman can just as easily filet a fish and chain her own tires was a little daunting. In Portland, he hadn’t ever lit a pilot light or a camp fire.
What happens when independent women meet independent men? Is there room in all of this autonomy for love to take root?
I’d like to think so.
There’s a cautionary phrase told to Alaskan women who have erroneously been told that men greatly outnumber them: The odds are good, but the goods are odd. Very true.
But regardless, I’m ready to defrost and come out of hibernation, maybe enjoy new friendships. I’d like to work a little less, play a little more.
And if that fails, I’ll get a new cat!
Please come back soon. I’ll steadily improve my WordPress skills, I promise.