It’s been a while since I’ve updated this journal. After I returned home to Alaska, following my grandfather’s funeral, friendships and a business partnership publicly unraveled.
I never announced on the blog, a year-and-a-half ago, that we bought into Wrangell Mountain Air, the air taxi company that Austin flies for. I didn’t want people to think differently of us as business owners. Austin and I are background kind of folks and don’t like to be in the spotlight. I suppose that’s also why, when two partners resigned at the close of this season and local eyes seemed to fall on us, I didn’t feel up for writing anything that might draw more attention here. It’s been a disappointing, freeing, maddening, and exciting several months.
Think back. Remember those breakups in your life that were long and deep? The song that emerged during those times? How the artists seemed to have access to the secret rooms in your heart and convey the feelings stored there that you couldn’t name? For me, during this “breakup” period, the album isTrue Sadness by The Avett Brothers. It’s an insightful and open record of the ups and downs of life, loss, and love. The song that gets me is No Hard Feelings. This life-earthquake-event makes me recall life’s significance, how I want to live it, and ultimately leave it. I’m learning in this situation anger management, grace, disappointment, forgiveness. Sometimes blinded by loss and discouragement, this song reminds me I have “so much to have and hold.”
In other news, I’ve gone back to work after one full year of being a “seldom-at-home mom.” Home is my favorite place to be but I find my girl and myself out-and-about as often as not. I’ve loved my front row seat, watching Linde growing and learning this last year and I’m now excited to maintain a lot of that lifestyle while being a professional once more. With the recent business changes, I find myself the marketing manager for Wrangell Mountain Air. It’s not at all difficult to make our work look cool (because it is!) but I’m learning about social media, SEO, and print advertisements. It’s a blast.
I also have resumed work as a speech-language pathologist, commuting from Colorado to Hoonah, AK every-other month. I check on the kiddos who have speech and language goals, complete formal evaluations when needed, and provide support for the speech aid who works with the students in my absence. Hoonah is about a 20 minute flight by puddle jumper from Juneau and has a population of less than 1,000. It receives cruise ships in the summer but a solid group of citizens stay the winter. It’s the kind of place where everyone knows everyone and, though folks know I don’t belong, they are kind and welcoming. Today ends my second two-day trip to this lovely fishing village and I’m eager to return in January.
This is a rough spot in life, but a beautiful one as well. I’m fine here.