The Pacific Northwest of the United States doesn’t necessarily have any clear boundaries, but to most, it includes the states of Washington and Oregon and the Canadian province of British Columbia (although apparently some think the region extends all the way up to Alaska, into northern California, and includes Montana and Idaho–but I digress).
My in-laws live in Washington, and we have friends scattered around both Washington and Oregon, so I have been lucky enough to visit this region often, at least once a year.
There is something about this region of the world that is just…kind of special. It feels like home to me–or one of my homes, because as I’ve discussed before, home can become a rather fluid concept.
But really, I feel at home in the Pacific Northwest. I love being so close to the mighty Pacific itself–and I love all the green everywhere (I suppose my obsession with places like Scotland and Ireland gives you a hint about my love affair with green landscapes). I love the trees, and I even love the perpetually cloudy skies. I like the weather because most of the year, you just want to get cozy. The air almost always feels SO FRESH AND SO CLEAN. I like the ability to get privacy in your yard just because there are trees everywhere. I like that you can live on Puget Sound and sometimes even forget it’s saltwater.
It’s true that it is often cloudy–but when the sun is shining, it’s the most beautiful place in the world.
We are now back in Montana–but I can see myself, one day, maybe even moving to the Pacific Northwest. It’s just that wonderful.
