It was 1997. I looked out the car window and saw a small island in the distance. I was drawn to it. The image and feeling stayed with me. I found myself thinking about it, feeling a longing for it. I would say to myself, "One day I'm going to live on an island." This was completely out of my realm of experience. I had lived my whole life within 10 square kilometers. I had a husband, 3 kids, a house and a career within those 10 square kilometers. I never spent much time on an island nevermind living on one. This was totally illogical and yet the idea stayed with me. It was the first time my heart dreamed something. Most of my dreams up to that point sprang from my ambition and desires. I had no way of really making this happen. It would just sit in my heart, biding its time, waiting for my life to unfold...