Mahalo, Jimbo.
I hear joy in your words; may your family be blessed abundantly in your new Garden. I feel that you, perhaps as I do, are distressed with all of the noise, haste, and worshipping of the Golden Calf which we see here on the Mainland.
I am so very weary of Winter's dark, rainy, and icy weather and just don't want spend what time I may have remaining in this lifetime stuck in a house that has such an inflated mortgage while I watch developers ravage the nearby pristine Chuckanut Ridge to install hundreds of McMansions, and then jack up our taxes to pay for infrastructure, (no doubt), and jam the roads with Hummers filled with soccer moms jabbering on cell-phones whilst sipping mocha lattes.
Maybe if I dream it, visualize it with abiding faith and hope, our escape will manifest itself and allow us to have our adult kids join us.
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