I vividly remember my first visit to Seattle during the middle of a winter. As the aircraft made the final approach to Seatac, I was noticed the intensely green coniferous trees that adorned the West Seattle peninsula, bordered by the dark waters of Elliott Bay. Minutes before landing, the view transformed into a bustling scene filled with shipping containers at the Seattle Harbor. At that moment, I had no idea that this place would become my home. Twenty years later, as I reflect on that moment, I am filled with immense joy and gratitude for calling this beautiful corner of the lower 48 home.