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Although born in the Southwest, Grey spent only her first three and a half years there.
It took her two and a half decades to make the return trip
When we moved to the Southwest I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Five years
in New Mexico and two years in California gave me a keen appreciation for palm trees,
cactus, sun, and snow that knows enough to melt by noon time. Being able to play in the
garden while admiring the snow on the peaks just 15 miles away is an indescribable
pleasure. Having a roadrunner hurry down the sidewalk in front of the house, getting up
early for hot air balloon festivals and "frogging around" in the desert in search of
flowering plants, wildlife, and new vistas filled our lives for five wonderful years.
Southern California was a bit more domestic, although coyotes and other wildlife were
ever-present even in a guard-gated condo community. The Pacific was a constant source
of pleasure and walks on the beach were never the crowd scene that they can be in New
England. I guess I just like living where the sun shines more often than not.
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