So, how did I wind up in Texas? After the diagnosis I found myself thinking about dying without experiencing life the way I wanted to. I thought that I needed to get out of the house more as I felt more and more like a prisoner. I convinced hubby that we should get a bigger travel trailer so that we could actually go camping and have space for our dog, cat, and birds. We did:
It was nice, but it just didn't do it for me. We were going camping to places I had been to many times before so there was nothing new about it at all. Then, I suggested that we sell the house and buy a new one and hubby firmly said, "never moving again unless I get to go home". By home, he meant Texas. (Retired from Luke outside of Phoenix after a 30 stint.) Over the years we have been married, 22 now, he said that many times and I would reply, "over my dead body". My friends, family, and everything I knew and loved was in Arizona.
One day, I casually asked the hubby where he would like to live if he could go to Texas and what kind of house would he like. He, of course, thought that I was just curious and so he told me. Then off he went for a bit. When he came back, I showed him the house we now live in on the Internet and said, "what would you think of that". He, still thinking I was just playing around, said, "well, that would be just perfect". So, I said, "shall I call the realtor"? I will never forget the look on his face as he began to realize I was serious.
And, this is now home:
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