An eventful first week in Seward, Alaska

A new job, a new home, a few bear attacks, and musings about the wonders of butter

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We’ve been in Seward for a little over a week, and it’s been an eventful few days.  Here are the highlights:

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Meet our new hometown, Seward, Alaska

I’ll be honest: we knew almost nothing about Seward when we decided to move here.

On our trip from Homer back to Anchorage, we dropped by¹ and did a drive-through of the town (that didn’t take long).  I also met the team at the facility where I hoped to work, and I liked the place and the people instantly.  Seward also had a good word-of-mouth buzz, both from tourists we talked to at Denali and locals that we met in Anchorage and other places.  The latter carries extra weight—when an Alaskan tells you they like something within their state, you should pay attention.

That being said, the wise thing would’ve been to spend a little more time in Seward before moving all of our belongings cross country, committing long-term to a job, and moving to this tiny, remote town.  But that’s how we roll, man.

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Alaska: Wrapping up some unfinished business

Our year in Ketchikan, Alaska, plus an announcement!

Ketchikan, Alaska

We left home the day after college graduation.  Dale picked me up from my parents’ house, the house I grew up in, and I told my parents and sister goodbye.  I was 23 but still so attached to my parents that you might say it was via umbilical cord, yet here I was, moving thousands of miles away.  I climbed into the Ford Ranger, its camper stuffed with our belongings, and turned to give my house one more look.  Then I started to cry.   Even after we had hit the highway and were headed north, tears continued to stream down my face.  It started to rain, a storm so heavy that Dale could barely see, but he said later that no way was he going to stop; I would’ve made him turn back.  I cried until we hit Dallas, and then, suddenly, I quit looking back, and the tears stopped.

It was May, 1993, and Dale and I were moving from New Braunfels, Texas, to Alaska.

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