About Katie’s Picture
Some people…most everyone that I know…say I live in a house that is too big for one person. I agree. But I like space. I like room to spread out, to wander, to roam, and more than anything, I like the possibilities of all that space. I’ve been reading a book recently about Wyoming called The Solace of Open Spaces and I am in love with the descriptions. In one chapter it talks about how having open space isn’t bad, it’s not barren, or spaced out, or bland. It’s potential. Whether it’s an open room, undeveloped land, or just your mind, it means room for new ideas, for learning, for expansion, or just for the pure enjoyment of a place with nothing in it. If everything is filled up and mapped out, where do you put new ideas? I agree my house is too big for me. I’d happily tear it down and build a smaller one, but on one condition, it be on the same plot of land. My backyard neighbors a large horse pasture and every morning I wake up and look out my bedroom window across this open space to the mountains beyond it and it calms and sooths me like nothing else. I walk up to my fence and I gaze out into it. I stand in my driveway and dream about it at sunset, like in this picture. It reminds me of looking out over the Pacific Ocean and wondering how long I could go over that nothingness before I’d hit land again. It brings back memories of road trips through farmland and prairies in Idaho, Washington, and Montana. I’ve never seen and open space that didn’t make my heart thrill. I love that I have my open big open space in my backyard and the fact that it backs up to more space, more nothingness, more clean slates, more possibilities, more room for more, more room for me.
About Sadie’s Picture
I am a creature of habit. I get into a pattern and always do the same thing. I sit at the same seat at the coffee shop I frequent, I sit on the same side of the couch, sleep on the same side of my bed, it’s my thing. I get a little protective of these things too. My new weekly hospital visits have added to my OCDness, I have a “chair” I don’t always get this chair and when I don’t it makes me sad. This chair has the big windows, and is one of the only spots in the hospital that I can get cell reception. This is my space, MINE! I secretly think that the nurses save me this spot sometimes. I will come in and every seat, except for mine, is taken. It makes me happy. This is the view from my spot, and when we are lucky enough to have a blue sky day, rare in the PNW, you can see Mt. Rainier loud and proud and that always makes me happy.