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It wasn't my dream or intention to live in a log house.  I think some people just, that's what they want.  In my case, no.
I have always loved the outdoors.  Moving to Colorado from Washington State was the first step in this journey.  Growing up in Washington, you can never see stars because the skies are always cloudy there.  One summer we went to visit family in Canada... I remember sleeping outside on the deck at my aunt and uncle's cabin and loving seeing the stars... of course, again, emphasize the fact that it was summer time because even in Washington the skies are clear in the summer.
We moved here to Colorado to follow my (ex) husband's dream of opening a bar and grill with his buddy.  He had been telling me it was sunny here for a few years, then one day I was driving home from work in drizzle and grey... I got home and said, "okay, let's go".  We sold our house, packed our stuff, said goodbye to our family and friends and within a month we were on our way.   
We drove for three days through Idaho, Montana, Wyoming..  It was the end of February and the roads were trecherous from Spokane all the way down.  Ice, sleet, snow.  I had never driven that far, nor experienced such extreme cold.  We didn't even have cell phones to communicate along the way - I was just following.  The boys were in my car parts of the way and with him parts of the way.  The dog went in the back of his truck - and we had to sneak her into our hotel room at night.   Because he had flown down a few weeks prior and picked a house for us to buy, I felt comfortable moving somewhere I had never been.  I had given him my "wish list" and he had assured me it was a great home... when we walked into the house, our new house, only an hour before we were expected at the realtors office to sign the paperwork - I cried. 

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