A lot has happened since I first posted in this blog twelve years ago. Moving from Michigan to California was probably the best thing to happen. Moving to California was probably the worst thing to happen.
It all began one evening in November 2014 during our nightly happy hour in Ann Arbor. We began talking about Doug’s retirement at the end of the year. Perhaps it was the martinis, or just wishful thinking, but we suddenly tossed about the idea of moving to California. I was already retired, and we enjoyed trips west to visit my daughter and her family in Marin. In a serendipitous moment we looked at each other and instantly knew we were moving! First call was to my daughter, saying I had something to tell her. OMG you’re moving to California she exclaimed followed by tears as she would finally have family nearby.
My husband and I both tend to be rather industrious, so we instantly began the process of cleaning out spaces, packing boxes, putting the condo and cottage in Upper Michigan on the market, and searching for an area that we could afford…possibly Sonoma County. Within three short furiously-paced months we accomplished what we set out to do, crated our dog Bentley and settled onboard a flight to San Francisco.
After conferring with family and friends who had moved to Sonoma a few months prior, we decided on Santa Rosa. Despite a high demand rental market, we were able to secure a spacious condo that we found online. After moving into our new place in February, we attended a Valentine’s Day event at a nearby winery that we had read about when looking into the area. What a lovely feeling to sip wine, wear a sundress and bask in the warmth of 70+ degree weather after departing Michigan where temps were in the teens!
All was bliss. What could possibly go wrong…
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