One of the [few] things I love about moving is the discovery process (or, for my Type A’ers, re-discovery).  Restoring memories from old photos, reliving favorite stories from old books, playing CDs burned years before but never titled.  While unearthing some mystery music, one song in particular called out, “wouldn’t it be good if we could hop a flight to anywhere??”  And I thought, “why yes, it would.”

The next day, I woke up in California.

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