After a tearful night of packing, hugging, and drinking, I said a final good-bye to my friends. My body was tired, but my mind was a whirlwind of activity. What would I do for a living in such a small town? Where would I live? Was Bernacki’s Bakery still on Main Street? Would I ever see Hot Guy again? Should I take Sally to the vet here or load her up and go to Maria Helena’s clinic when I got to Sandy Shores? How long would my savings last? And then I’d start at the beginning and ask m...