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‘Good life’ hard to see when you have it

One winter several years ago, my husband and I traveled to Florida to visit my sister in a community built on a golf course.
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Thought you might want to check out my essay that appeared in the Columbus Dispatch today, New Year's Eve. A fun way to end the year with my essay in print. It's a very revised version of our move to and from sunny Florida.
Enjoy! And have a Happy New Year.
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  1. PatDecember 31, 2011 at 9:01 PM

    Happy New Year! Congrats on having your article published. There's pros and cons to any way of living, believe me! In my way of living on the road - we see many wonderful things, we live in warm weather during the winter in beautiful Arizona, I don't have much to clean; on the downside I don't have a permanent home, I miss seeing my kids AND grandchildren, and sometimes it IS nice seeing snow. I think my husband would have made me stay in FL for at least a year if we were in your situation! Ha ha!

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  2. yayaDecember 31, 2011 at 9:12 PM

    Loved that story....what a trip and I'm so happy it was published today. I bet it hit a cord with a lot of folks who are thinking that they just can't stand another Ohio winter! Have a very Happy New Year with good health and many more writing projects in print!

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  3. GailJanuary 1, 2012 at 9:10 AM

    Happy New Year and may all your dreams come true.

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  4. Janet,January 1, 2012 at 2:03 PM

    Congratulations! I'll hop right on over there. Happy New Year.

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  5. The BroadJanuary 1, 2012 at 7:07 PM

    Congratulations on being published. I remember reading this article earlier and was very impressed by its wisdom then. Nothing like seeing your words in print -- well done! Happy New Year, Barb and I'm looking forward to reading lots more from you in the coming 1012!!

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  6. Sally WesselyJanuary 1, 2012 at 7:56 PM

    I loved your article. I think everyone who thinks about throwing caution to the wind and going off to live the dream life in a new place should be required to read it before they move on to the greener pastures that they have created in their own minds. I'm glad you realized what you really needed out of life and were able to move back home.

    Congrats on being published. Happy New Year.

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  7. writingdianetJanuary 2, 2012 at 3:32 PM

    Wow! What a story, Barb! How hard that must've been but at least you made it back. Yes, along with the others, I say congrats on publication.

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  8. Glynis Peters January 3, 2012 at 1:21 PM

    Big moves are hard to make. I know, having emigrated!

    Congratulations on being published.

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  9. B. WHITTINGTONJanuary 3, 2012 at 9:11 PM

    Thanks to all who read the story. I'm over it now. Often when something painful happens to us we have to give it time to see it in a different light i.e. this story.
    I'm hoping, planning, praying to spend more time writing this year.
    I love telling story with the pen. Or computer, I should say now. I started out on a typewriter! Yes, back when.
    Blessings.

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  10. MunirGhiasuddinJanuary 4, 2012 at 9:12 PM

    Loved the story Barbara. It is that happiness comes when least expected.
    Thanks for reading what I write. I am honored.
    Happy New Year.

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  11. LothirielJanuary 4, 2012 at 9:41 PM

    Wow!
    I can imagine the big change causing anxiety. We are still trying to get a bigger home, but we can't decided on anything together, and we are just moving in the same city!

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  12. Granny KateJanuary 5, 2012 at 11:03 AM

    I love the new look of your blog. And I loved this story. It's going to be a good year.

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  13. Dawn SimonJanuary 7, 2012 at 11:39 PM

    Congrats on the article--and on finding the good life. That's a beautiful essay. I enjoyed reading it!

    I wish you continued luck in 2012! :)

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  14. T. Powell ColtrinJanuary 9, 2012 at 1:36 PM

    In my mind, I was following you. My mind was wrong. You have a new follower. It's me.

    Teresa

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  15. T. Powell ColtrinJanuary 9, 2012 at 1:38 PM

    Read your article. Love it. Great job.

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  16. B. WHITTINGTONJanuary 9, 2012 at 8:45 PM

    Thanks to all who read. Once it's written and read it's time to move on. Now I have to go think up something else to write about.
    Be back soon.

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