It seems that lately I have
got into a rut, complaining about rude behavior and such. Kind of like Captain
Call in Lonesome Dove; “I just won’t tolerate rude behavior in a man.” I had
the mindset to comment on that very subject and a great thing happened. We got
a contract to sell our house in Texas.
The last 6 months have been
difficult to say the least. Not knowing from week to week and then from month
to month, have been tough on Susie and me. I guess I could easily vent about
people who drive too slow in the fast lane or kids who have their faces
permanently affixed to their cell phones, but I now I have a new outlook. Susie
was getting tired of my sour mood also and she is what counts the most in my
world.
I accepted a job offer back
in November 2011 to move back to California and work as an independent rep for
an Ag marketing company. What we thought would take 3 or 4 months max to sell
our house, took 6 months. Traveling via
plane and rental car can really tax your commission checks. What’s worse is not
knowing from week to week whether this was the week it would all happen. I
sucked it up and wrote the checks, but I was really getting stressed, not to
mention my most patient boss. He really backed me during this transition and he
helped make the whole ordeal bearable.
A week ago we were talking
about me getting an apartment in California and living there 3 weeks out of the
month and coming home to Texas for a week a month. Two days after we had that
painful discussion, we got an offer on the house and within 36 hours we had a contract. I told Susie I had this premonition or funny
itch that wouldn’t go away or whatever synonym you can come up with about
divine intervention. I felt that God did not want us to be apart that much. I’m
not the most religious person in the world, but I still believe. I have my own
ways of showing praise and I think it has helped me live a good life. I’m here to tell you I gave much thanks that
day.
Susie and I are geeked (a
California term for those that don’t sabe “dude talk”) to get to go back. The
mountains of the California Sierra are a sight to see. Oakhurst is small enough
to be personal, yet we have all the amenities we need. Fresno is less than an
hour away, so we can “go to town for supplies” once a month. We will live 20
minutes from the entrance to Yosemite National Park. Boo yah. That is probably
the best part. Every time we visit the park, we see something we didn’t see the
last time. I will work about half the state from the Bay area around San Francisco,
through the Central Valley over to the Central Coast to southern California, then
over to Arizona. Pretty sweet.
People ask me all the time
why I want to go back to our part of Cali. Good question. My best response is
that I have been there and I have seen. A lot of the negative stereotype about
California is way off base. Sure, the tree huggers and liberals are thick, but
there are more people like us than you can shake a stick at. I read a book
about John Muir, the naturalist, a few months ago. He was from the Midwest and
coming to the Sierra’s he saw a majesty that he had to explore and tell the
world about. I’m not that much of a nut case, but I see
where he was coming from.
Hopefully we will close on
our Texas home and make the move the last week of June. I can’t see us ever
forgetting where we came from, but we are damn sure excited to move back home.
Geeked would be a better
term.
