This is the post I wrote on Facebook in early September 2015 when I realized we needed to return to Florida. I wrote these words with a very heavy heart because in coming north, I had just wanted to come home. But I had to eventually face the reality that the places which had always been home to me no longer were. I came to realize that home is wherever Jim, Carl and I may be. Even if it's in a hotel room. Or an RV. We learned to cling hard to each other. Like hikers lost in a snowstorm, we kept each other warm to survive. There's a part of me that wishes I could just wash my hands of my old home. It is no longer the source of comfort, companionship and merriment that it once was. However, I would not take back our time up north. There was so much beauty there. I saw it when the heavy snowfalls descended outside our motel room window, and Carl looked out to sights he had never seen in his life. I saw it when Ca...