
The card you see here dates back to 1990, when after many years living in the Arizona desert, Sweetie and I were going to FINALLY move back home to the Pacific Northwest where we grew up. Where, when I was eighteen, he bought me a white bag of salt water taffy at the coast where my Shelter Bay books are set, then proposed to me. We'd even found a place on Admiralty Inlet in Port Townsend, on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington.
Then life sort of intervened. But I already had my Christmas cards bought, so I decided to keep them for when we did make it back there. Meanwhile, we continued to visit for three weeks every year to go to the beach and hike in the Olympics, Cascades, and North Cascades. And eat much yummy fresh seafood, shellfish, and berries.
THEN, a few years later, we were -- yay! -- ready. We found another house, in the same neighborhood. It was October and I had my pelican Christmas cards ready. Then grandkidlets started being born in D.C. and Sweetie decided we should move back east to be closer to them.
My first question was, "You want us to move across the Mississippi?" My second, unspoken one, was "What about my pelican Christmas cards?????"
And that's how we ended up in Tennessee, which was only an 8-9 hr drive to D.C. Which, as any westerner knows, is nothing. But it was also a lot farther from the west coast. So although I'd escaped Arizona, we were moving in the wrong direction.
But still I kept those cards.
Last September, while searching online, as I did at least once a week since the internet was invented, I found what appeared to be the perfect wooded lot on South Puget Sound using Google Earth. We emailed a scan of a check for a downpayment and flew to Washington three days later to confirm that it truly was our perfect place. Which it was! Even better than the earlier ones! So we began building.
After flying back and forth 3,000+ miles three times during construction, we bought a motorhome and drove our three rescued dogs across ten states in nine days to beat the moving van. We arrived at the end of May and I moved my cards to a desk basket in my office/scrapbook/cardmaking room.
And FINALLY, twenty-one years after I first bought them, here we are, living on the water on Puget Sound back home in the Pacific Northwest and I'm able to send my happy holiday pelicans flying off to friends.
So, along with wishing the peace, love, and joy of the season to all, my Christmas message is, if you have a dream, hold on tight and never let it go.
Merry merry. whatever you're celebrating, and warmest wishes for a wonderful new year!
JoAnn