Central Coast Memories and Gulf Coast Dreams

I always said I wanted to live on the coast of California. We were living in the Sacramento area at the time, and I was hoping, praying, that we would move just a bit south - picturesque Santa Barbara County with her Spanish tile roofs and swaths of palm trees reaching for the sunset.

But we moved to Colorado Springs. It was a good job and it's where he really wanted to be. Three short years later, the assignment came - the training squadron at Vandenberg Air Force Base.

"It's not like you think. It's foggy...all day." It wasn't sunny Southern California, he told me. He had attended training for a few months only a couple of years before and was sure to retell of the chilly June mornings and persistent gray skies.

It didn't matter. I was ready to pack it all up and head to the Central Coast. And we did.

We spent six wonderful years raising kids, chasing dogs, and building dreams in a town that captured my heart and spoke to my soul.

We always said we would retire in Texas, and we did. From the Central Coast of California to the Gulf Coast of Texas, my new purpose starts with writing my story.