My Sister’s Hope is Gone

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With only four days left of our final move into our forever home, the finality of everything is finally hitting me. I thought I was alone in this, but a phone call from my sister proved how wrong I was.

Let me give you a little back story. I was born and raised in northern Nevada. For over thirty years I stared at brown mountains, brown sage brush and dealt with the brutally cold winters that some years seemed to last forever.

Once we moved our family out of Nevada, my husband and I promised each other two things:

1. We would never again live somewhere where you had to own a snow shovel
2. We would never again move back to Nevada

We talked about eventually retiring in Florida. What’s not to love, right? Blue waters, no snow? A beach close by?

Well, over the past seven years we went from Nevada to Hawaii to Louisiana, and finally to Florida.

I have a very close family and they hate that we keep moving further and further away from the west coast.

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Now we live where everywhere you look is green. Green grass that grows naturally, trees that were not planted. Even…