The biggest risk I would take is to sell everything, my house, the cars (Well, okay not my ‘89 Caddy. I won’t sell that.) and move to West Virginia to live in the mountains. Every time I go there, I feel at peace.
To do it I’d have to leave my parents, and while they’re in great health they aren’t getting any younger. I’m a native northerner so I don’t talk right for West Virginia. The mountains tend to be populated by—well, I don’t want to say this wrong because there are great people everywhere, but there are places in the USA where people are superstitious, untrusting of outsiders, and carry big guns.
I would be trading security, emotional support, the ability to fit in and at least somewhat understand my neighbors, for trees and bears, and mountain lions… and peace, quiet, beauty, fresh air.
Hmm. Maybe I should do it anyway.
You can thank me later for the John Denver song now stuck in your head 😜
Darcy Branwyn 
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