Now I’m starting to feel it.
First it was intense anxiety and ridiculous amounts of activity. Then it was a blur of logistics. Now it’s sadness— sweet, aching sadness. Bainbridge Island has been a very holding place. A healing place; a soft landing place. The past three years have been solid and peaceful and safe and I feel tremendous gratitude for that. And now, this moving thing. At first it was abstract— 5 months out, 4 months out, but then it was 6 weeks, 3 weeks and now it’s now. I will miss the beauty and stillness of Bainbridge Island. The kindness and good humor of our friends ‘on this side’ and my Seattle friends as well. The reflection of sailboats on the water in the harbor. Taking the ferry to work. Finding The Bike. It’s all safely in my memory. Northwest, you have been nothing but good to me, and for this, you have my enduring gratitude. Cheers and thanks to this place and its people.
