OPINION
My wife and I moved out to Providence Village three months after we got married, leaving behind the smog, horns, and traffic in search for something quieter and more meaningful; a shared life where we could start a family.
Not quite Andy Griffith, but maybe something like Friday Night Lights—waving to a passerby on the road, smiling at someone in the grocery store, what some might call the simple life.
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