Well life in New England is hard especially in the winter, although beautiful , it's tough. And being a Florida girl it was extremely tough given the circumstances. My friend tried to make my life a little better but I was alone, distanced from my family,and very much alone. As this child grew inside of me I became more and more attached. I would talk to him and rub my belly and cry. I remember looking out of the kitchen window at night and crying wishing it could be different and wishing it would be over. I even stooped to calling people and giving the phone company another number so I didn't have to pay for it. I got caught. I was so hungry for home and friends. Winter was beautiful and I loved the snow. We would walk to the little post office every couple days and it was like a picture post card.My friend and I visited an orphanage and luckily it wasn't open when we arrived because I was so scared and knew I didn't want that for my child. Even being young and naive I knew what I would like for him.

That was the last time i went there. Late January of 69 I got word that someone in florida was looking to adopt a child through an attorney. So I was put on a plane and sent back. I had no idea what lied ahead. I remember getting on the plane, very pregnant. It was a very big baby.Next ting I knew I was in Jacksonville florida , being met at the airport by an attorney and taken to someones home to spend the night. Ackword to say the least. But it was only for one night. The next day I met the woman I would be living with. she was a very sweewt caring woman, and made my stay there very comfortable. I would walk to the beach a few times a week. It was very calming and i loved it.