Encinitas was good for you and you were good for Encinitas. So naturally we couldn't leave well enough alone. We had a jacuzzi in our backyard on Calle Tulipanes, and one day we were notified that a business colleague of Dad's was mourning the death of their baby daughter who had just drowned in their pool in Arizona. It was tragic, haunting.
Torrey was over a year by then, and I flashed on the time when months earlier you and Willow had found her hanging onto the edge of the jacuzzi. You two, as I remember, had gone out to kick a soccer ball around while I was at a PTA meeting and Dad was at work. No one was allowed in the back when there wasn't an adult around, and I guess the back door hadn't closed tightly, so Torrey wandered out there and fell in. No one noticed, evidently she made no noise, but luckily the ball got kicked over by the jacuzzi and she was found in time.
For me, the writing was on the wall. I called our property manager and turned in our 30 days notice. Spent 3 weeks looking for a place in Encinitas but couldn't find anyone willing to rent to a family with 7 kids. Thanksgiving week, it all changed. Our whole life. I found a place advertised in Vista, we drove up there to check it out, and moved Dec. 1. It was hard for everybody to pull up roots this time. Really, really hard, wasn't it?
Ever wonder how life would have been different had we stayed planted? Life...and its "what ifs?"
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