Inner prompts become like kettle drums banging away when urging you to pay attention. I had been listening to those drums increase their volume for quite some time and finally started planting seeds in my husband’s mind that we had to move. The negatives outweighed the positives where we were living and I knew it was a matter of time before we would lose the physical energy it would take to move two households.
Almost every year we ventured north to our favorite haunt on the Hoods Canal and decided to spread our wings from there and see what adjacent areas offered. Ironically, my BFF in Grants Pass had a daughter who lived in Kingston and suggested taking a look there as she thought we might like it.
We decided to find a hotel in Bremerton as it seemed central to the areas we wanted to investigate. There was literally no room at the inn – anywhere – as a covention had taken over the town, but the hotel staff was able to secure a room in Poulsbo, just 20 minutes up the road. Off we went to our destiny.
Pulling off Hwy. 3 onto 305 was magical. Quaint little village houses dotted the bay that curved around the city and the whole feeling of the town. As we drove to our motel we felt like Goldilocks – everything was “just right.” After we settled in, we went to dinner on the waterfont where the marina is and fell in love even more with Poulsbo; it was the right size, population and climate and was what we had searched for most of our married life – the right and perfect place. We noticed there was a Windermere Real Estate office adjacent to the motel and planned to stop in the next morning.
The rest of the story is history, as they say. We have been residents for two years in this magnificent area and have loved every minute ot it. The physical transition/logistics of selling two houses, moving to another state, setting up a whole new household was the hard part. When we walked into our new home that had a sweeping view of east Puget Sound, the Space Needle and Mt. Rainier, we knew it was where we wanted to be.
All transpired in due course and we feel as if the last two years have been the best years of our lives. That time has been an amazing journey of treasured connections and valuable relationships that defy synchronicity and timing. For expample, I am sitting here writing with Charla who lived a couple of blocks from me in L.A. in the 1940s – we attended Woodcrest Elementary School and had the same teachers – I was a year older, but I ask you, what are the odds? That connection would not have happened without my nail technician introducing me to one of her clients who was a part of Charla’s writing group and was kind enough to introduce me and the three writers accepted me as part of their group. That is one of a plethora of synchronicities that defines the magic we have experienced in our new home. Everything flows, the kettle drums have stopped and I look forward to filling in more of the blanks as to why Poulsbo is our right and perfect place.