To the cute college town of Bellingham. Just minutes from the Canadian, B.C. border.
I know my profile says I found paradise in these not-so-tropical islands, but paradise can become a sort of prison when you are limited to 55 square miles. With the cost, time, and hassle of ferries, plus having a dog, we rarely get off the island.
|A foggy morning waiting for the ferry in Friday Harbor.|
It's gorgeous here, not doubt about it. More than anything, I will miss renting on four acres and having trees for neighbors. I may even regret moving after we end up in a neighborhood again.
But there are things I really miss - like restaurants, book signings, young people, variety, friends, and day trips.
I spent most of my life in Anchorage, trapped between ocean, mountains... and Canada! I didn't move to the lower 48 to stay stuck on an island of 6,000 people.
Last summer I got my motorcycle license and let me tell you, there are only so many times you can ride around in circles on an island before you get bored. I am looking forward to riding the North Cascades Highway and getting a chance to explore this beautiful state.
We head out mid-February. As in NEXT MONTH!!!
Guess I better pack. And find a rental. And finish editing Stakeout. And Evil Red. And stay on track writing Bad Blood. And entertain visiting family the next two weeks (all of whom have back problems or a broken arm and can't help pack).
No, I'm not freaking out. Not one bit. ;-)