On July 12, 2012, we said farewell to Iceland, farewell to our year-long overseas adventure, and boarded a plane bound for Seattle: home.
We would never, ever be the same.
We made it to Seattle unscathed, but tired. Seattle was in rare form — just for us, I’m sure! The sun was out, the air was warm, and the clouds put on a spectacular show. After meeting GranMary and GranDurkee at the airport, we took the ferry to Bainbridge and drove up to Sequim. Our house on Vashon Island would be occupied until August 1, so we were homeless for a few weeks.
It felt good to be home. BUT, our adventures were far from over…