I finally got sick of living in Orange County what with all the drive-by shootings and fires, floods and earthquakes. My actual home I loved. Perched on the side of Ortega Highway overlooking the hills in the distance viewed from open french doors. But, it took me at least a half an hour to get from my house (one block from the freeway) to downtown San Juan Capistrano. Waiting for the light to cross over the freeway was just hell.
So, OK, my father had just died and now I was an orphan with no ties to speak of. A little inheritance in the bank and a big desire to leave crowds behind. I had always promised myself I would move to either Tahiti or the Bahamas if I got the opportunity and - well - here it was. I crossed Tahiti off my list because my animals would have to go into quarantine. They could slide right into the Bahamas with just a health certificate, so I made a recon trip to decide which island to settle on and find a house to call my new home.
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