I dreamt of you.

Dear McKittrick,

I dreamt of you.

I didn’t recognize you then, sleepy in the small Alaskan town of my youth. But I felt your call. The mystery of the intrigue that whispers from your halls.

When we finally met – what a passionate love affair! When I am with you, the lines between dreams and reality intertwine in a dance that seduces the senses.

We all have a spark. That bright spark at our core that, at times, may dim over the years with the responsibilities and truths of adulthood. But it is always there. Eager. Waiting.

I am fortunate to have many things in life that bring me joy, but every time we meet you fan that spark to flame. In turn, I have introduced you to many of my friends, and have even made some of the greatest friends of my life within your walls.

Your Residents embrace me as an old friend when I cross the threshold into Manderley. Their talent is endless, as is the skill of those I cannot see behind your walls who make the magic happen from within.

Knowing that I will lose you soon – I strive for ignorant bliss, holding the thought that we will never have to say our goodbyes. But, as I plan my final trip to cross land and sea for our final interlude, I am pausing to make sure you know. I appreciate you. I appreciate the wonder you’ve brought into my life – and what a surprise and delight it’s been. I won’t take for granted the opportunity to visit you once again. To build new, bittersweet, final memories with you. To cherish.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your friend, forever,

Molly