Goodbye Whidbey

Leaving the island was the second hardest part of this trip.
So much happened here, both happy and sad.
But leaving the last place we had Bug was hard.
I took a video going off the island, and it was so weird it was sunny and warm, just like the first time I drove onto the island.
Me leaving this island felt like déjà vu.
It hadn't really hit me yet till I looked back at the bridge and realized I had driven over it for the last time.
I know someday in my lifetime I will go back to that island, just don't know when.
But I know for my soul, and for Bug, I will make it back.