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After Craig graduated from Cal Poly, we moved up the coast to San Jose, where all

good software engineers go. We were sad as we drove up the 101 leaving all our dear

friends behind. I was about five months pregnant when Craig started work, leaving

me to set up the apartment and find my way around Silicon Valley. We only had one

car at the time, and if I wanted to go anywhere, I needed to take him to work each

morning. We had no idea that the San Jose area was six cities all blended together.

We got our first apartment in Cupertino, which was much higher in price. We did this

because the HP site Craig was to work at was in Cupertino. Then, after only a month

or two, we realized we could move a few miles away and pay a fraction of what that

apartment cost. After only about six months and the birth of our daughter, we moved

to San Jose. It wasn’t any farther for Craig to go to work, either. Our new triplex was

smaller than the apartment in Cupertino, but it was more like having a house (with a

garage and a little yard), and it was over twice the size of our first home.

One of the very best things about moving up the coast to the San Jose area was

meeting Aunt Betty and Uncle Bill. They are not blood relations, but they became

family. You may have those people in your life who are closer to you than family

and become embedded into your heart. They were parents of friends of ours from

where we had just moved. I think the very first week (or if not, the second week) after

we moved, I got a call from Betty. She had a thick New York accent. She asked if she

could drive me around to some fabric or craft stores and show me where they were. I

knew no one in the area so I said, “sure.” And so it began.

This petite Italian woman became so instrumental in my life. We became close

friends, not just because she took me places but for what she input into our lives.