This whole thing started when Larry went on his first vacation in 15 years.  His trip to Florida was so successful he came back and told me he didn’t want to die while digging fence post holes.  I agreed that would be a drag.

One morning, shortly after and before he’d had is coffee, I suggested that we sell the place. He agreed and that’s when things started to get interesting.

With the current healthcare being what it is in the USA we figured our take from selling the farm could be gone in the wink of an eye.  My vote was for Finland but the language was a bit of an issue for Larry.  Got family, friends and it’s more humane than the USA is at this moment. Finland it was!

Thus, two years plus a bit, we decided to sell the farm and move to Finland.

To be continued.

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