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When I made the decision to move to Wisconsin, I hadn't thought at the time that I had any real expectations, other than to enjoy a new start to the next adventure in my life...living one day at a time. Driving that moving van with what little belongings I had...perhaps a third of a 10-foot truck full...I was excited! I felt so youthful again, as silly as that sounds, I'd found my spontaneity again...and was spreading my wings. The first couple of weeks there...I was so sure that I had made the right decision, that I had found a place to belong...had found a place I could again call "home". I was in love again...and everything was falling in place. Out of the blue, he and I had our first argument, on which the following ones were built, an argument that could not find a compromise. Neither of us were willing to give in, but the biggest issue is that he wanted me to change and be someone I was not. By the end of the 2nd week there, I knew I was coming home.....