Out of Florida and Into California - Moving, part 2

In the fall of 1993 I moved back to South Florida. I found a one bedroom apartment about a mile from my parents’ house. It wasn’t intentional, just how it happened. Though it did put me between my mom’s house and the grocery store which, as it turned out, had some definite perks… “Here, they were sale-ing on chickens so I got you one. Oh and here’s some Oreos too…” You had to love it!! Especially since I knew how much she disliked Rob already. Never the less, Rob had made his way from his sister’s house in Maryland back to his parents’ house in Alabama and now, with a burgundy 1979 Chevy Malibu station wagon (with a hole in floor), he was headed to Florida to our new apartment. The su

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When you come to the edge of all the light you know,

and you are about to step off into the darkness of the
unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on

or you will be taught how to fly...

- Barbara Winter

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