380 days. That is how many days I lived on Whidbey Island. When I moved there, I didn't know how long I would stay, or if I'd ever leave. I tried not to think about it, but as time dissolved around me, eventually life began to change shape. And that is why I love this thing, life. I love the unknowns. Unknown people. Unknown places. Unknown experiences that shape our ever-changing life.
Tomorrow morning I get up, sit behind the wheel of my truck, and roll on out of here. It feels weird and exciting. Sad. But right. I love life on Whidbey Island. And my experience here has been full. But it is time to continue life elsewhere. Home, I shall go.