The first year we moved back to my husband’s hometown, we lived out at his family’s beach house on Tybee Island to get our bearings. Accepting that I would be raising my California hippie kidlets in the South was already a dazzling shock, and landing in this quirky coastal community of less than 3,000 full-time residents was simultaneously surreal and comforting.
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