On this day four years ago, we moved from Juneau to our homestead. With each passing year, the joyful memories outweigh the unhappy ones.For all the planning that went into it, we had a pretty hectic move. The “wild card” in the whole process was selling our house in Juneau. We didn’t get a lot of communication from our Juneau Realtor about what would happen when in the sale process, so we ended up making a mad scramble to get our stuff out of the house and leave it reasonably clean. We camped out at friends’ houses for a while before our ferry sailed. The move itself, with our sailboat, Selkie in tow, held terrors of its own.
And yet, the first of our new neighbors that we encountered after crossing the bay met us with enthusiastic hugs (we’d met before) and arriving at the cabin was even sweeter than it had been on all the previous visits, because on this day, for the first time, it didn’t just feel like home, it was home. As it is today.
The day, like all good celebrations, calls for a special dinner. Who knows right now what it may be? Perhaps I’ll catch a fish. Maybe we’ll have fresh “bumbleweed” pesto from the garden. Or, if we’re very lucky, a fat porcupine will wander through!