Back in 1972, we were living in Massachusetts, up near the New Hampshire border. My wife's parents had moved to Florida, she had visited them, and really wanted to move there. So, the first week of April I flew down there to meet her (she had been there a few weeks) and tour the area. I wasn't totally sold on the idea.
But, we flew back to Boston and landed at Logan airport on April 6 -- right into a blinding snowstorm! We had a real struggle getting home, and had to snowblow the driveway before we could get inside -- traveling with two toddlers! That was it. We had actually made the decision before we got back to the house. The house went up for sale, and on July 1, 1972 we were on our way to our new home. We arrived July 4, and have never given a moment's thought to going back home. I sold the snowblower at a garage sale in June, didn't get much for it because of the season, but it was still the happiest day of my life.
Tomorrow will be the 32nd anniversary of making the best decision we ever made in our lives. I was working outside a good part of today, and got a bit of a sunburn...