So much has happened this spring and it's not even May yet...
Before I launch into my summary of all the changes going on in my life I first want to say that everyday I miss my Jamie. I wake up and it hits me how much she meant to me, and to everyone she knew. I still feel like I'll see her Mazda drive up and hear that bubbly laugh everytime I think about Bothell and being home again. She was as much a sister to me as a best friend, and I miss her so much everyday. My dad made it possible for me to say a final goodbye and I cannot express how thankful I am to him for allowing me to see her slip away that day in the hospital. I love my family and friedns so much, I know Jamie would want us all to step up and be the best sisters, mothers, fathers, brothers, cousins, and people on this earth that we possibly can while we're here. I'm finally able to write this all down, and it feels really good. I just spent a week with a good group of friends from all over Alaska and the lower 48 for the AK Folk Festival here in town. I played my heart out, everytime I had a bass in my hands; be it in front of an audience at Centennial Hall, or just with friends in someone's living room, I played with every ounce I had and thought of Jamie with every beat. Music has been extremely theraputic in coping with losing her, and this folk fest was vital in helping me through a tough weekend knowing her service was going on in Portland.
I got to see music from Layfayette, possibly the best players around right now. Warm, talented artists who love Alaska with palpable ferocity...I'm always amazed at the strong connections I make every year during the festival...this year was no exception.
Playing music while the sun rose on the docks, laughing until every muscle in my face ached, playing until my forearms felt numb...there's nothing like it in the world.
I've also had really great luck in finding a wonderful place to live. Early April, when I got home from Seattle, I moved to a small studio apartment in the ground level of a friend's home. The house is perched at the top of a hill, Starr Hill, which is the oldest neighborhood in town. The direct access to my apartment is up 183 stairs, and the view is totally worth it. It's a small space but it feels so homey and comfortable. I'm also surrounded by the best neighbors in town...It's a great place to be.
I will be still settling in, learning more guitar, and enjoying the best season in Juneau. I have been overwhelmed with how lucky I am, and how much I have to be thankful for. Love to all, I will post again soon.
-Amanda
