March of 1993, my husband (Mike) came home from work one day and asked, "What do you think of North Carolina?" My response, "I don't know, as I've never been there." You see, growing up on a farm in the midwest and then living in the suburbs of Chicago, I really didn't get to see much of either coast. But as it turns out, this question that he posed was just the beginning of our NC journey.
We flew to NC for a visit in April. I was treated to warm weather, beautiful Azaleas, smiling faces and a slightly slower pace than the Chicago suburbs. It seemed like making a decision to move to NC was a no-brainer.
It was Northern Telecom (back then) that helped us relocate. They became Nortel at some point. The house in these photos is the one we sold. It allowed us enough profit for me to become a stay at home mom when we arrived in Cary. I hated to say goodbye to my friends, neighbors and our first home. As soon as that "sold" sign went up, I recall a feeling of homelessness. But, it was a necessary part of moving and as I have learned from helping others go through this process, a fairly normal sensation.
And now...through a blur of 20 years, we look back to celebrate how much we have grown, learned, loved, and become: "North Carolinians".
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