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It has taken me 50+ years to realize it, but no matter what is going on my life, its true to me that Life is pretty damn good to live in.  I want to share my experiences of life of my past and most important of my current days. In the early fall of 2014, I was transferred with my job to Florida.  At my first day from moving in, for the first time in my life, I was confident I had found my treasure of life that I had searching for my whole life and not even really know what I was searching for.  
I live in a condo that for the first time in a while I call Home. It has one bedroom one bath it as bright color walls that three big windows one in the kitchen one in the dining room and one in the bedroom that shines day light through that really keeps everything cheerful. I have a tropical beach Decor throughout the condo.                                                           
At the end of my living room is sliding door and stepped out to a lanai that looks out at a courtyard with two Spanish moss trees and over to the left two palm trees that you see Florida pretty skies above. I'm 10 minutes away from the gulf coast beaches. Also just minutes away from any water side walkways and places for me to bicycle.
I have been blessed to share the last 12 years of my life with not only the love of my life but my best friend and partner in Life Kaye.  Kaye joined me here celebrating this found treasure in our souls about life and gained an additional family member to the condo "Yoda" a rescue 3 year old chihuahua.  March 18th, 2017 I had to say goodbye to Kaye as she passed from a strong 3 year battle with lung cancer. Yoda joins me each day at a time here at the condo sharing life.  
 Outside of that I am retired with a  40 hour a week job on the side to pay bills and expenses. #LifeisSOgoodtoLive

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