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FIFTEEN

We arrived in Palm Springs this day in 1997.

It was hot. It is hot. We came on this date purposely to start hot and it was a great decision as we acclimated to the hot first and foremost. We had done the same when we scouted the city out 4 or 5 years before. We came in late May and stayed in a small resort. Pretended that we lived here. I did work. We ran around and did shopping and stuff. Stayed two weeks.

Hot.

We took over a week to get here. Planned to arrive the 9th but we got a call from the moving company (a small company run by Israelis--they were great) that they were ahead of schedule so we cancelled Yellowstone and dropped down to PS through Ogden UT, Salt Lake City UT and didn't stop for tourism at all.

The house had been bought 9 months earlier and we continued the lease of the people who were renting.

We evicted them in May and we made a trip to buy essential furniture which we did not move. A living room suite, the bed. Shelving. Some other stuff. So we didn't have to do it all the first day.

Everything worked perfectly.

And to get the house ready.

In many ways it seems like yesterday. In others, like a century ago.

We love that house until we didn't and then moved where we are now, a condo two years ago.

We have never considered moving on from PS and it is hard to imagine leaving this condo. Feet first. But I said that about the house.

As for the city, the mountains, the wild desert. Perfect.

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