My mom moved to the gulf coast several years ago so she'd be closer to my aunt, uncle and grandparents. When she announced her plan to move, my first thought was, "What?! You're leaving us?!" Now I know how lucky I am to have a place to escape the cold winters of the Northeast, all in just a two hour flight.
Here are some shots of Jungle House, the name we gave to her sweet two bedroom bungalow. There's always a warm breeze and the sound of wind chimes floating through the air. It's quiet, except for the chirping of birds and a peculiar jungle noise here and there.
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