Official sale

I met with a realtor yesterday.

I have officially listed my house.

If I were to close my eyes and
 envision a beach house

I would see mine.

When my sister and I were little, my mom

and her girlfriends and all their kids would 

go to her friend Joan's family home. 

It was built on the north shore of

Guemes Island.

 Built by Joan's father and

 left in trust to his three daughters.

The cabin holds some of my fondest memories.

They had a carved wooden whale on a post that

we would take turns sitting on.  And

a wooden chest on the porch full of agates.
 We would dig in the sand and make huge forts
 and furniture out of driftwood.  We visited a lady called, "Bubbles" who lived in a round house that had walls full of beach glass and agates. 

 All the kids and the mice slept in a loft.  
It was incredible. 

I wanted to feel the same way I felt on those

amazing summer days of my childhood.  So I 

 dreamt about my own house on the beach.

 I found it.

 Thirty-five years later.

My beach house was my dream fulfilled.
 I love where it sits, in a unique and charming  cove. Driving past Similk beach golf course everyday was like driving down a beautiful lane,full of trees, green grass and lush woods.  And then, you would see the driftwood, the water, the islands. And I knew that I was living my dream, my heart was home.

 It was my artist studio, where I learned to

draw and paint. Solder jewelry and sew my

own clothes. Plant a garden,create unique window boxes, serve up a killer barbecued salmon, and steam crab caught right out in Similk bay. It is THE place to be on the 4th of July. We built bon fires and toasted marshmallow. Told stories around that fire pit,and laughed until tears ran down our faces. There was no other place I wished to be.   

It has been 10 years.

I have changed.

My little beach house not only

 sheltered me but gave me the peace
 of mind to make space for a new dream...

To wander...to see more of this amazing planet.

I want to be a traveling gal.

  To be light.
 To be free.

So I am ready to let go and hook
 my star up to a new dream.

My wish... whoever buys my beach house has their dream fulfilled. When they walk through the front door and see that cove and look upon the forest covered islands, and the beach full of driftwood, they are filled with a sense of peace and know in their heart, they have come home.