About a year ago, my wife and I were on our way back from Mazatlan, Mexico. Mazatlan is beautiful. Glorious sandy beaches, sunsets, pristine islands, and on and on. So we’re leaving Mukilteo, boarding the ferry and I climb the steel stairway and go out to the observation deck. I lay eyes on my beloved Whidbey Island for the first time in a week and I’m struck, but the words don’t come to me yet.
A little later, we’ve disembarked and we’re driving on the highway up the Island and I realize: This place that i live is more beautiful than the place I was just on vacation… hands down, Whidbey is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been, and I live here… How cool is that?
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