Home Is Here

Home is Western Washington. In my working life I traveled on business many times to Southern California, the Eastern Seaboard, the South, and the Midwest, to city after city. Each time I returned, I stepped out of the terminal at Sea-Tac and took a deep breath of the crisp air and thought to myself, “Ah! It’s so good to be home.”
I was born in Southern California and spent 10 years in the Midwest, moving from town to town. My wife and I were in Germany for 2 years. But the Puget Sound area is home. It’s where E and I raised our two sons. It’s where we bought our first house. It’s where, when the company which sent me to Seattle wanted me back in Los Angeles after a year, the family took a vote and we decided to stay. It’s where every time we go to the airport or the grocery store or the mall or the park we meet friends we know.
It’s where I learned to square dance, referee soccer, and identify birds. It’s where we learned what a “fir and cedar” forest is and how it differs from a “pine forest.” It’s where our sons went to grade school, high school and college.
It’s where we’ve been the proudest and happiest to live.