When I married in August 2000, I told my husband, “I don’t
ever want to live in Florida.” I was a
Virginia native, raised in Vermont and, in my estimation, Florida was too hot,
too flat and too far from my family.
This is the attitude I took after I had landed the husband of my dreams
and we were starting our married adventure in Colorado. In my mind, all roads eventually led back to
Virginia, MY home state. NOT to Florida,
his home state.
Rewind history by three years and you’ll find a very
different attitude on the same girl, intoxicated by love. As she meandered her way, alone, down a
sleepy country road in small town Florida, shaded by ancient live oaks, she
reached up to pull down a strand of hanging moss and, inhaling the deep scent of
jasmine, she envisioned a life here in Florida with her childhood
friend, the boy now becoming a man, currently attending college at UF. She liked the vision.
She could see herself here.
Love colors everything.
It makes us see good in everything.
It makes us see potential.
We did end up living in Florida for many years and I learned
to love it. When I started this blog, I
lived in Florida, the place where I first fell in love with the scent of jasmine. We have now moved on to another state, but
this blog title still reminds me to give everything and everyone a chance, to
keep my heart open to new experiences and embrace change.
In early 2016, we became full time RVers for six months between jobs. We have finally given up trying to find a place to call home. We take "home" with us wherever we go. We sold the RV and are currently setting up "home" in a cozy house in Blacksburg, Virginia.
In early 2016, we became full time RVers for six months between jobs. We have finally given up trying to find a place to call home. We take "home" with us wherever we go. We sold the RV and are currently setting up "home" in a cozy house in Blacksburg, Virginia.
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