But brace yourself ... it's not the end of an era. It's just the middle. We are making our permanent residence for now ... for maybe ever ... in the Retirement Community. Shocking I know! It is definitely a slower pace, but in my year of just being still this seemed like the right move ... or not move to make. I have really come to love this gem (it's now considered a gem, since I am calling it home.) I love the clear blue lake waters. The good food. I love hiking the mountains and mountain bike riding. The easy-going carefree atmosphere.
I will have to learn to plant both my feet firmly where I am at and quit constantly looking over my shoulders to greener pastures like a city. I will have to be content. I will have to learn to not be ashamed of living in Arkansas, and to be prepared for the enviable jokes. Despite our differing nationalities (Italian and Puerto Rican) my husband and I look alike so every married to your brother/sister joke is coming our way. I will have to learn that it's ok to not have everything I want at an arm's reach like decent shopping. I have probably saved thousands of dollars. You're welcome, boo. However, our little tourist town has had an invasion of chain restaurants (fast food so counts as a restaurant) in the past two years. If the rumors are true and Hot Springs is ready to grow, then I will be the first person to sign up to re-birth a national treasure!
Note: I have not learned to call the hogs, nor will I!
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