Could this be my last season in Portland. My last January. My last winter.
Could this be my last chapter here.
I am in this transition phase of life, a precursor to yet another change. A big one, so they say.
But this change is different— this change I’m not afraid of, this change I’m mentally ready and excited for.
While I’m not quite physically ready for what’s next, and have months to get everything in order, I am mentally ready to carry on, to continue following my heart, and live a full life of charting the unknown.
“There’s such a lot of world to see.” — Moon River by Melody Gardot
Could this be my next opportunity at meeting love again?
I thought him and I would be together, do life together, travel the world together, with the animals.
And it’s okay that my thoughts were not true. In true perspective, most of the time they’re not. Our thoughts are just that—thoughts.
So, could this be our last year in Portland? Could this be our “Relocation Year”?
October 2026 will put us at five years in Portland; a vision I had from day one of moving here. We’d be here for five years, and then move on.
And so it approaches.
I’ve done my work. I’ve loved with all my heart. I’ve reached my five-year goals.
And now, it’s time for our next chapter.
As I drive home from a cozy 4 p vinyasa flow, on a Saturday, the city is full— full of light, full of people, full of action and traction.
The crows get ready to fly west for the night. The waxing moon rises. It’s pleasant. It’s 36.
Life feels calm for just a moment, yet another shooting back in my OG city— MPLS—Alex Pretti.
This is real. This is also life.
Chaos. Sadness. Grief and loss.
I am ready for quietness. I am ready for peacefulness. I am ready for tenderness and care.
Simplicity. Continuity. Ease. Belonging.
And so it goes…
Could this be our last year here? Could this be our last moment in time?
Could this be?
Life. Not guaranteed. Not taken for granted. Precious. Generous. Unique.
