Showing posts with label northwest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label northwest. Show all posts

Friday, July 19, 2013

change

I realize that many of you are probably wondering what this next season in life holds for me. If you have been following my blog for awhile, you may have guessed that I really wanted nothing more but to be back in the Pacific Northwest. And indeed I am.

I had planned to move to Portland, move in with my dear friend Meghan (and Kashi and Buttons, the cats). I was looking forward to living in community with her. And, while establishing a reputation in a new musical community always takes time, I felt ready to take the plunge in a new city.

But sometimes life throws us a curveball.

So without boring you with all the intimate details, I’ll just say that I have decided to take a position at Whitworth University in Spokane for the year. Everything happened rather quickly, and I am still a bit in shock that I am actually back here – that I actually have a job in music.

I will be teaching a couple sections of Theory I and working as a staff accompanist in the voice department. Then I will be reestablishing my previous connections in the Spokane musical community, hopefully working with local voice teachers, opera companies, school choirs, etc.

I am living in a wonderful apartment – basically the exact opposite of where I have lived for the last 2 years. I arrived a few days ago, spent a few hours unloading and unpacking. When I finished, I poured a glass of wine and sat on my floor and felt the tears come. I am the happiest I’ve been in months, maybe years. I know this place will be an oasis for me, providing space for my soul to decompress. When I stand at my kitchen sink and look out the window, all I can see are trees. And every morning, I put on my hiking shoes and hop on the trail that borders my backyard.

So I have gone from Baltimore sunrises…



…to Spokane sunsets…
  



I am viewing this as a year-long venture. I will continue to look into other possibilities for the future, maybe Portland, maybe Seattle – who knows?   I am also open to staying in Spokane, if the opportunity presents itself. Mostly, I am just along for the ride, open to whatever adventures come my way. And I am excited to be hiking, teaching, playing, making music – doing what I love, in a place that is dear to my heart.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

west coast, best coast

People have been asking me for 2 years to pinpoint the differences between the East and West coasts.  And I still can't do it.  All I can say is that I've felt much like a fish-out-of-water for the entire time I've lived in Baltimore.

My first few days back last month, I felt culture shock like I never had before. This may have been due to the fact that I flew in to Portland, which is about as opposite of Baltimore as you can get.  I've grown used to the absence of grass and trees in downtown Baltimore, so seeing so much green was overwhelming at first.  I found a compost bucket for sale in a book store (Baltimore hasn't even completely figured out recycling yet). I saw more people with dreadlocks in 20 minutes than I had in 2 years in Baltimore. Best of all, I was able to walk 2 blocks without sweat dripping down my legs.  How I have missed NW summer weather.

I still struggle, though, to make over-arching generalizations.  Mostly, it just feels like a lot of little things that give each place their specific flavor.  But, as I've processed and let things percolate some more, I think there are several themes that are starting to stand out.

The first came to me as I was driving home the other day after running a bunch of errands. I realized that I'd had a conversation with every single cashier and at least one person in every line I'd stood in.  It wasn't much.  Maybe it was a comment about the great price.  Or maybe it was a comment about something in my basket - which led to a discovery of some random thing we have in common.

I think, overall, East Coasters are used to a faster-paced lifestyle.  Things are more formal.  Chit-chat in the grocery store line is not as common.  And while I didn't have a heart-to-heart with anyone while I was running errands last week, our interactions were somehow more genuine and less-rushed.  People have just a little bit more time here.  They're a bit more laid-back.

The second has to do with coffee, naturally.

I have long bemoaned the lack of quality coffee in Baltimore.  When my mom and I went to look for apartments a few months before my big move, we partook of a liquid that was supposedly coffee, but I'm pretty sure was actually motor oil.   I knew it could be bad (I've had my fair share of church coffee during early morning rehearsals).    But I didn't know it could be THAT bad.

No matter. I would make my own.  It's cheaper, I can use my own mug (many of you know how extensive my mug collection is), and I would rather sit on my own couch to drink it.

However, there were still questions lurking in the back of my mind.  I lived in a neighborhood full of young professionals and students. And yet, it wasn't until this spring that we finally had a coffee shop (other than Starbucks) that stayed open past 7 PM.  I have spent the last 2 years asking: where do people study or go to hang out?  WHAT DO PEOPLE DO????

And I've come to realize: they don't.

Sure, there are some great bars in the area. And a handful of coffee shops (although most are small and don't have great hours and NONE of them have real couches).  But the social culture stands in stark contrast to the one I was raised in.

And it's only in the last few weeks that I've come to the realization: for Northwesterners, it's really not about the coffee.  Sure, we love our sugar and caffeine, and some of us have become rather snobbish about it (Just for the record: Starbucks is not even CLOSE to being as good as it can get.).  But really, at it's core, it's about relationship.

When we use the phrase, "going to coffee," it really doesn't mean drinking coffee at all.  It means sitting, relaxing, talking, drinking tea, eating scones, getting out of the house, studying, people-watching, getting away with not having to pay for heat or AC or internet at home, settling business deals, meeting for book club, interviewing for a job, meeting an online suitor for the first time.   Coffee is really more of a verb than a noun.

Even when we go alone, we go to be with people.  The student that cannot study in his dorm room any longer without going crazy. The elderly man who sits at the same table every morning to read the NY Times. The work-from-home crowd who consider the shop their extended office.

And sure, it's an expensive habit.  Many wonder why you would spend $4 every morning when you could just brew your own at home.  But once again, it comes down to people.  You don't have your favorite barista to greet you every morning if you're in your own kitchen.  We need the consistency of relationship as much as we need the caffeine.

And while it seems a bit anti-intuitive to say, especially in a world of drive-through windows and disposable cups and caffeine buzzes, I think coffee slows us down.  Not always.  But often.  It provides an opportunity to look another person in the face, to have real conversation, to stop moving and sit in the same place for 30 minutes (or longer, if you're drinking a venti).

It seems funny to write these things about the Northwest, especially because I, myself, didn't truly know what "laid back" meant until I lived in Africa.  I wasn't aware that the consumption of a beverage could, in fact, shut down an entire nation (just try and get anything done at tea time).  Yes, we Westerners still have MUCH to learn about prioritizing relationships and having time.

But whether it's due to the oxygen-infused mountain air, or the laid-back West Coast pace, or the smell of freshly-roasted coffee beans, I'm just thankful to be breathing a little bit slower and easier these days.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

one for the road

I love packing.

Maybe it's because I've done a fair amount of it in my nearly-twenty-eight years.
Maybe it's because I love puzzles - I love the challenge of finding that one unique object that fits the hole perfectly - and the feeling of immense satisfaction derived from placing it there.
Maybe it's because it usually means something exciting is ahead.  An adventure. Something new. Uncharted territory.
Maybe it's because it's been pouring rain all day and I've been drinking coffee...and the combination of rain and coffee and pretty much ANYTHING else always makes me happy!

I know that packing is stressful for some.  Not everyone finds joy in the puzzle.  Not everyone loves adventure or change.  It is, for some, an unsettling activity...to have your possessions strewn about here and there...to be surrounded by disarray.

But somehow, for me, it is a grounding activity.

I love the slow, sorting process.  Reading old letters, and feeling connected to friends and family, even as I sit alone amid piles of boxes and papers.  Thumbing through books - my dear old friends - that have sat, untouched, neglected, on my bookshelf for months on end.  I feel grounded in my history....relationships, experiences....I feel myself settle as I remember them.  These objects that lie around me on the floor - humble as they are - speak of the journey - the ups and downs of the roller coasters, and also the constants that have kept me strapped in for the ride.

I love the opportunity to purge my closets and cupboards of clutter.  It is a cleansing process.  There are things I wasn't emotionally ready to rid myself of the last time I did this.  But time and distance have been faithful to loosen my grip...slowly, little-by-little.  I feel grounded as I recognize how little is truly necessary, as I am overwhelmed with gratitude, knowing that I have everything I need.  Much more than I need.

I love that moment of goodbye - the final piece of tape - the last tug of the zipper - I love knowing that the next time I will see these books, these measuring cups, these sandals...I will be in a new place, a new home.  I feel grounded knowing that even though there will be waves of change, I will be anchored by these familiar objects...the tablespoon I scoop coffee beans with every morning, the Altoid box that houses my bobby pins, the Rwandan basket that serves as a coin deposit.

Somehow, in the chaos of cookie sheets in my bedroom and patio tables in my living room, I feel connected to the past and the future - and yet I am also fully present in the now.  These things have helped to make this place a home for me - not necessarily because they have any inherent value in themselves - but because they remind me of the people, experiences, truth and beauty that I have known in the journey.  And though they will look different in a new home - a new context - they remind me of the things that are constant.  The things that are known.  Certain.

And I will need those certainties in the next few weeks and months, as I am uprooted once more.  As I close a chapter.   As I say (and have said already) a few too many and too painful goodbyes.

I came to this place 2 years ago with a small collection of things that told my story. Things from all over the world, from different seasons of life.  I look at them, and I am reminded of Maggie from Amani in Nairobi, and my dad and his love for the mountains, and my traveling buddy Kathryn and her mad photography skills.    And in a few months, when I sit in my new home, I will be reminded once more of Maggie and my dad and Kathryn.

But a few more objects will have found their way to my walls and to my shelves.  And they will speak not of Kenya or the Cascades or Bavaria.   They will speak of Baltimore.

They will speak of Mount Vernon and Inner Harbor and Fort McHenry and Peabody.  They will speak of hard work and tears and failure.  They will speak of rehearsal and practice and collaboration.  They will speak of grand adventures and the Bun Shop and mandatory fun.  They will speak of growth and change and dear friends and shared souls - of being known and understood.

In a few weeks, I will say goodbye to Baltimore.  And I am ready and thankful to do so.

But I am also ready and thankful to take it with me.   And in a few months, when I unpack these boxes, Baltimore will resurface, in all its bittersweetness.  It will find its new home, between Kathryn's lantern photos and Maggie's quilt....somehow woven into the fabric of my story, somehow now such an irreplaceable part of me that I cannot seem to fathom how I ever functioned without it.

In a few weeks, Baltimore will become a memory.  And when the time comes, I will find the Baltimore-sized hole in the puzzle.  It will find its place in the suitcase, among the lanterns and mountains.   And in a few months, it will settle into its new perch on my shelf.  A small, silent testament to lessons learned, battles fought, hours practiced, tears shed, puddles danced in, breakthroughs achieved, hearts known, new parts of myself uncovered...and an unspeakable multitude of gifts to be grateful for.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

christmas miracles

It's been a wonderful, restful break at home in the Northwest.

On my first day back, ALL the mountains came out to greet me.
Some friends and I went on a drive to catch a glimpse of them in all their glory.
I got to catch up with dear friends. Who knew,
 that after 9 years of friendship,
Bryce and I  would turn out to be TWINS??
We spent the day in my city. Turns out, I still love it a lot.
We drank Seattle's Best, quite happily.
We made friends with our neighborhood Nutcracker.
I got to meet my new niece and nephew.
It was great to be together as a family.

The Trotter girls enjoyed a wonderful reunion.
Cousin time is always great!

We picked a perfect clear day to go snowshoeing.
We enjoyed the quiet beauty around us.
Two very happy hikers!
Stillaguamish Peak
Big 4 Mountain
Sheep Mountain in the background.
Happy to be in the wilderness!
I have thought often of where I was a year ago, physically, emotionally...and I am so thankful that I am no longer in that place. I can remember a permanent pit in my stomach, that tightened when I thought of my impending return to Baltimore. And while I'm still not in love with the city, and I'm more than ready to be done with school, I won't be looking for the nearest escape route as we head to the airport tomorrow.

Still, I am sad to leave this place that will always be home. And I look forward to the day, which is fast approaching, when it will be again. Just a few recitals standing in my way...

Saturday, July 14, 2012

one thousand gifts

A few months ago, my friend Katie and her husband David invited me over to their house. When I arrived, we chatted for a bit, and then they started talking about how they appreciated that I hadn't charged Katie for rehearsals with me (I played for her voice lessons this semester). They appreciated that I was a good friend to them. And then they told me they were giving me a free plane ticket! David works for Southwest, and he gets 4 buddy passes a quarter. They had decided to give the first one to me - so I had a round-trip ticket to anywhere that Southwest flies!

I decided to keep the ticket a surprise, and worked over the next few weeks to coordinate dates, work schedules, etc. My plans changed pretty much daily - so, many thanks to the folks in Washington and Oregon who were flexible as I tried to figure things out. 

On June 25, I headed to the Baltimore airport early in the morning, ready to get on the stand-by list. Again, I had to be flexible with my plans. But, by God's grace, I finally got on a flight to Chicago, and then to Seattle! Thanks to my friend Courtney who picked me up at the airport at a moment's notice!


My mother, having no idea what I was up to, had scheduled a Skype date for 7PM (her time) that evening. So I was praying I would be home in time. And indeed I was!!

Check out the video:

I got to spend a few days with my parents, and do some hiking with my dad. It was great to go for a REAL hike...not a "nature walk" (I haven't found any steep trails in Maryland). It was wonderful to be in the mountains on a glorious day.  We even saw a bald eagle fly right over us, riding the wind. 




It was great to spend wonderful time with my grandma and brother and sister. I got to spend time with wonderful friends in Portland and Spokane. I got to spend some hours in the car, drink wonderful coffee, enjoy the rain, as well as some wonderful Northwest summer weather.  I got to wear a SWEATSHIRT (a luxury I don't get to experience much in this Baltimore humidity). I got to hike in the mountains, breathe fresh air, celebrate my birthday with friends and family, enjoy being home in the wonderful Northwest. 



I am still overwhelmed by all the many gifts that were lavished on me in those few days.  A plane ticket. Friends with flexible schedules and open homes and hearts.  Office managers that are willing to secretly rearrange my dad's schedule so that I can spend time with him.  Mothers that schedule Skype dates at the perfect time.  Sharing wine, meals, coffee, beer, chocolate.   Trees.   Mountains.  Fresh air. Sweatshirts.   Plans that change every other day, and yet still seem to fall into place better than I could have even imagined.   Home. 

It was so good for my soul to get a break. But every time I go west, it gets harder and harder to come back to Baltimore. It's good to know that I only have a few more months to go....less than a year now!

But there are many gifts here, as well.   People to enjoy spending time with.  Sunday morning trips to the farmers' market. Extra shifts at work. Evenings spent reading in the park. Time to practice and study. Game nights with friends.

So I continue to give thanks for the way God orchestrated so many things to enable me to be home for a bit, and I am counting down the days until I can return again. But I also recognize that if I will choose to be present in the next 10 months in Baltimore, there will be many more gifts to give thanks for.   He is a great God, and He is present here, now, to those who will be awake enough, aware enough, humble enough to receive the gifts He so graciously offers.