How it came about…
Fountain Hills…Ahhh. Truly a desert paradise. We moved here 4 years ago from Cleveland, Ohio. Actually, it was my wife’s idea. You see, her folks moved to Scottsdale in 1990 and we took our family vacation to the desert once a year.
Cindy’s father passed away about 7 years ago and my wife being close to her mom started to make the suggestion of moving in 2003. It went like this for 8 months:
Cindy: “Let’s move to Arizona.”
Me: “No, let’s stay here.”
Cindy: “No, let’s move to Arizona.”
Me: “No let’s stay here.”
After all, our friends are here, our jobs are here, and the rest of our family is here.
Well, it was the first week in January…A Saturday morning and we were huddled in the living room, drinking our coffees and reading the newspaper. There was a winter storm outside and the snow was blowing sideways…20 below zero wind chill. And as we shivered, Cindy looked up from the weather page and said, “Geez, its 70 degrees in Phoenix!” I said, “Ok, ok, we’ll move.”
In February, Cindy came out to Scottsdale to help her mom and to scout out areas to live.
I told her that I loved her mom, but I didn’t want to live next door to her. I said that I heard some good things about Fountain Hills and that she should check it out. So, Cindy, her mom and the realtor drove from Scottsdale to Fountain Hills. As soon as they crossed the Scottsdale/Fountain Hills line, she called me from the cell phone and said, “This is it. This is where I want to live.”
We came back out at Easter time, bought a house, and moved in July. The rest is history.