Ode to PNN

It's amazing how some of the seemingly mundane choices we make impact our lives.  This summer I joined PNN for all the wrong reasons; in quest for money.  Not only did it become a forum and sounding board for my most random thoughts, it became therapeutic. Soon after I started writing for another blog that I did get paid for but it lacked the compassion and sincerity that I dedicated here.  

This afternoon fellow PNNer Hali offered to pick me up to meet PNNer Carm for dinner.  Since moving to Seattle I developed an anxiety towards driving which I can discuss at another time.  I graciously accepted her offer.  Hali drives stick.  I am impressed.  She conquered her 1st major hill at a stop with me in the car.  She is my inspiration. Not only did she pick up and move across the country with nothing but a pocketful of hope, but she's kicking ass at it.

Carm lives in the most charming house built at the turn of the century with something new to be discovered in every room.  Her and her groom have a penchant for decking their house out for Halloween. It's an inviting and inspiring feeling.  She gives me a glimpse of the life I would want if I were still a suburban gal; the house, the 2 beautiful daughters complete with backyard and wheel barrow.  The only thing missing was the white picket fence which is only a Home Depot trip away.

I think about the people we meet here and the stories that will never be written about.  I have made some amazing friends here on PNN. We are a forum of wonderful and varied people.  

It's amazing how some of the seemingly mundane choices we make impact our lives.