I love our new home, and all our friends that we have here…. love, love, love…
But somehow there’s something special about the place we left in California. I can’t quite put my finger on it. I think maybe it’s the struggle LDS people have to stay LDS and strong. Maybe it’s just the struggle to pay those insane rents. OR the struggle to not lose your mind in those tiny houses that those insane rents pay for.
I don’t know what it is…. but it builds amazing bridges.
Other people said it who left it, but now I’m feeling it too. Anyone know what it is?
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