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The one in Greenville: Minda Poppins 4



Greenville was the next stop after Seattle. I'd actually thought Greenville would be the final stop in this adventure. I thought I'd visit a few more places, but had anticipated coming back to Greenville. So much that I even started looking at homes in the area. I was 25 minutes away from family, 50 minutes away from the lake, and it seemed like the most logical landing place for me. When I recorded this video, I didn't know what was coming next. I'd begun to toss out the ideas of Florida next, but I didn't have a plan in place and felt a twinge of anxiousness. I wasn't nervous; I knew the plan would come together. But there were no next steps in place. 

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