The move to Florida hasn’t been so great for Rex. If he wasn’t part of the family, we would have left him in Nebraska where he can live the good life being a cattle dog. He has to spend most of his time tied up and has only moved cows once since we got here. The poor old man is getting fat. I guess Jason and I might be projecting our feelings onto Rex. We’re struggling to adjust to Florida. You’d think we’d like the shorter work day, the beach every Saturday, the 20 minute trip into town, the walk across the street to church, but we just don’t love it yet. All of these things are convenient, but the sacrifices we made in Nebraska didn’t seem like sacrifices because we loved life there. I miss the ranch life. And being able to work. And no traffic. And neighbors 10 minutes away. And the Alliance Branch. And even shopping in Alliance (those of you who have been to Alliance are probably asking, “what shopping?” ). We have great neighbors and belong to a great ward and we know we are supposed to be here. We’re just struggling to fit into this life.
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