As I sit here on my back deck this morning listening to the birds chirp (some of who like to rise at 4:30 am lately), waiting for everyone get up before we head off back to the Midwest, I reflect on my time here in Western Washington. We’ve spent over seven years in Poulsbo. Over that time we’ve taken many road trips to places like the Redwoods, Glacier National Park, Yosemite, the Grand Canyon, Bryce National Canyon, Yellowstone, and Alaska (on a cruise) all of them beautiful places in their own right, but few of them compare to the Pacific Northwest.
While the past few days have been blazing hot and unbearably miserable without air conditioning–and that’s to say nothing of having to pack a semi-truck trailer during that time–a part of me is still going to miss this place, though not nearly as much as my wife. After all, where else in America can you wake up to such beauty and (usually) temperate weather? I can’t think of any.
This place has been good to us. We have good neighbors, made new friends, and, sadly, will be leaving our oldest child here to start his own life as an adult. It’s a bittersweet move to say the least. The good news is that I’m sure we will come back on occasion to visit. That much I know I can look forward to.
Farewell PNW.
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