The joy of remembering
So, without much soul searching, I threw away my business suits and moved back.
For six months, I did nothing. Well, that’s not really true, I kicked the dog around, yelled at my husband and tried to garden.
I thought about doing charity work, but I have to be honest, I like to get a check for my toils. I considered getting a job at the supermarket as a cashier, just so I could get out and “meet” people but then it occurred to me that I was only gregarious on my own time. I kicked around teaching at the local college, thought about writing a book or getting an MBA but again, I discovered those things were hobbies, not something I wanted to brand with my heart.
Then, I had an epiphany. I wanted to transfer my years of “longing to be somewhere else” into a bottle. I wanted to make perfume that smelled like home.
So, I did. I still have the napkin where I wrote my plan.
When I am gone, at least five generations of my family will have made a home here in the northwest, including my two Northwest-loving daughters. We are terminal captives, enjoying each season as it brings its own brand of beauty to the land. Rare Ayre fragrance is a tribute to my home and all its faces. May it inspire your next adventure and help you to remember your last.