By Marlise Kast-Myers
From Tribune News Service
We have this habit—my husband and I—of traveling to a destination with one eye on the possibility of it becoming our next home. It’s a twitch to move where the grass is greener, or the water bluer, or the neighbors farther away. When we now reflect on places we once considered, we realize that we had our finger on the pulse of something big. Tulum, San Miguel de Allende, Costa Rica, Cabo, Montana—the list of “we knew back when” goes on, but instead of going “all in,” we went home.
