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Happy Caliversary
Five years ago, on this very day, a very worn out Honda Pilot pulled up to the Rosewood Tavern (the nickname of the house we live in) filled with the most precious and essential belongings. The driver, a tired, single mom of two, the copilot, a strong, caring 8th grade boy and the backseat passenger, a courageous, 7th grade spitfire too much like her mama. We arrived late that evening, unloaded as much as we could and settled in for the night as quickly as possible because the next day, I would begin "new" teacher orientation at a school district that had offered me a job just 10 days earlier. We really did hit the ground running when we arrived and California came for us, hard. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. For the first few months, the punches kept coming and for a brief moment I thought I had made a terrible mistake. I had left behind friends, family, a great job and my cat. I had relocated this tight triad for a better life, a happier, calmer, no