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We moved from our hometown that was a big city, with a small town feel, to a smaller town that has a really small town feel. We moved because my husband finally got the job he dreamed of for a long time, with all the problems and headaches, and the incredibly small pay.

But considering that he was unemployed for almost one year, he had to take the job, or I would have had to continue working two jobs. Needless to say we were incredibly happy that he was given this wonderful opportunity to do what he wanted. But, I was left completely on my own in a place I'd never been to.

I decided I was going to make an adventure out of our moving. I enrolled our only child at the time in a local school, unpacked and set us up at our tiny apartment, and drove around getting lost, but eventually finding my way.

I went to our nearby beach three times a week to get out of the house, go for a walk and lose ten pounds. I loved my walks alone on the beach, listening to the waves, throwing stones in the water, and digging my feet in the sand.

I volunteered at my child's school as often as possible, talked to the other Mom's who seemed to think I was a creature from outer space, and became depressed. Between cleaning our apartment, volunteering, walking I found I had a lot of time on my hands. My husband was working 60-plus hours a week; trying to make something of himself.
When he was home, he was taking phone calls from work, reading and writing on work related items, and basically well working.

This was the first time I was completely on my own. We had never lived away from relatives and friends before. I had never gone away to college. I gained back the ten pounds from sitting in front of the TV and eating junk food. I was feeling sorry for myself. I felt like Chevy Chase in the movie, Funny Farm where he and his wife move away from a big city, to live in a small town, where the locals aren't friendly and sometimes downright nasty.

So, I turned to writing. Just like Andy Farmer, I had this nasty case of writer's block, where a bird singing outside made me sit there and stare outside. I'd go outside and sit in the sun, look around, feed the critters. We even had a family of rabbits that we fed everyday. We even named them, because they came right up to us to eat.

I tried writing about our move, and the town we were in, but it became complaining on paper. We met some people, made some friends, and I got pregnant. After having our second child, my writer's block finally freed and I started

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