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The Y for Change

“Y” is a crooked letter that begs for a straight answer. We spent countless hours thinking about, planning for and executing a way toward the people that matter most. We looked to move away from the costly entanglement of house ownership. So we began the process to sell a house we lived in for 21 years. We packed a fraction of our stuff in a moving a truck destined for a storage unit. We took all of our accumulated memories but left the sticks and bricks for the new owner's story. During the process we stayed focused on our why. Why are we subjecting ourselves to the intense pain of selling a house? Our why is centered on our daughter’s beautiful family in a faraway place. Our why is found in Marcia’s aging parents and a strong pull to be nearer to them, We want better air quality and a tax friendly home state.
Our new season began in July 2017, moving from a 2,200 square foot house into a 100 square foot truck camper for the next 12 months or more. It is a season for adventure and to see the treasures of this great country. It's a time to be closer to family and friends. It's a season to get busy living while we are more durable and less vulnerable than what we will surely, someday become. We look forward to this time, to be nearer to the little man in a blue sun hat and sneakers.

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