I got an email from an old rugby buddy of George V in the old days (1970's) of Washington DC and Club SudAmericana. I didn't know this buddy of his as I met George afterward. But I remembered his name, the stories that George would spin.... and the rowdy and oftentimes naughty Rugby tunes.
The gent lives in New Zealand and is contemplating a return to the good 'ol USA. Another rugby buddy of theirs also lives here. And he asked me how I liked living in Sarasota.
In response to his question, I thought about my decision to live here.
I had always thought I would spend a year here before heading back to the Northeast where I grew up and went to college. I woke up one morning and the sun was shining brightly. And I realized that for an entire year, I had awakened to the sunshine... and it was like the heavens and Gods sang to me each day "Good morning to you, Good morning to you, We're all in our playsuits with bright shiney faces.... Good morning to you!" When I realized just how magical a way that is to live one's life: with light- I knew I was home, and felt lucky. I sort of backed into the decision to remain here.
George was more purposeful in his decision to live here. His small moment of epiphany came while walking the beach one day. He spotted a little old man, hunched over .... slowly meandering down the beach, and he thought "I am not waiting till I am 89 to live where I want and how I want." It was as lickety split as that. How wonderful that he didn't have to wait till 89 to seize his dream, because it may never have happened.
Glad you made this decision - otherwise we wouldn`t have met :-)
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