At Long Last
We are happy to share something hopeful, something full of promise.
Hello and happy Sunday,
It is a beautiful day on the rock. That is what we used to call the island, Bainbridge Island, where we spent every summer growing up and then later moved to for a few years. We are adopting the saying for the other Pacific Northwest island that we are now living on. So, yes, it’s a beautiful day on the rock—it drizzled this morning, grey and overcast, and now the sun has peaked out and is warm against our backs. That’s the thing about here—it can be raining in the morning and sunny by noon.
If you had told us that we would be living in our summer cabin, on the most remote of remote islands, with only our 20 year old Boston Whaler for transportation, and our two dogs and elderly neighbors our only company… we would have laughed right in your face. We would have been happy and thought it a… spirited proposition, but we would have laughed at the absurdity of it. Two worldly twenty-somethings, fresh out of college and ready to take the world by storm (ha). We were entertaining moving to New York City and giving our business our all. We were also thinking, maybe LA? Or Santa Barbara? Nice weather, farmer’s markets, driving distance to see our brothers. Austin was an option, but maybe it would be too much like Nashville, and we were ready for something different. We thought about downtown Seattle, a place filled with family and the smells, sounds, and sights that already felt like home.
But, as life would have it, we didn’t end up in any of these places. Maybe we will soon, but not yet. For Savannah’s Lyme treatment, we needed to find a mold-free home where she could safely begin her Bee Venom Therapy (more on that someday soon). We tested over 20 places—from the homes of friends and families, to new apartments in Seattle, to our grandparents’ guest house, to home rentals in Montana, to hotel rooms in Idaho. For four months, this was our world and it consumed most every waking thought. It was the one thing standing in the way between Savannah and her being able to actually begin her treatment and the process of feeling better—something we all desperately wanted after months of her being sick and bed-ridden. Disappointing result after disappointing result and we started to believe that it was a fool’s errand.