Since I was a little girl, I’ve dreamed of living in California. I’m not exactly sure why I fell in love with California, but I did. I just never knew how to get there. Not literally, of course. I knew how to buy a ticket and get on a plane! 😀 But how to live there on a permanent basis stumped me.
When I turned 30, I took stock of my life, as I imagine most people do when they reach a milestone birthday. Life was okay, but I wanted more than okay. My California dreams, long dormant, stirred back to life. I told myself I’d either buy a townhouse (it would make me feel grown-up) or move to California by my next birthday.