This is the story of a flat-lander moving stakes to the Hills of Maine
Entry 1: Prologue
Who would have thought that after 54 years I would leave my family, my home and the majority of my friends in Massachusetts to live in the state of Maine.
For the last 30 years I have been responsible for or have taken care of a few family members, and now that chapter is coming to an end, through no doing of my own. As of this fall I am losing the home I was to take over and purchase
and my job, a job that I loved for 11 years,due the Company is relocating and not taking Security with them.
and due to those two things my wife and I
have come to the conclusion, that the state of Massachusetts is a dead end for us we can no longer afford to start over and live in this state. Therefore we say Bye Felicia!
Another deciding factor in the move is my wife’s job of 22 years, that she loved and has worked and moved up the ranks to office manager has become unhealthy and an undesirable place to work due to the old and previously “Silent” co-owner has pushed her way back into the business and forced out her my wife’s boss, and replaced her with a bitter, angry know-it-all that shouldn’t be in charge of cutting a peanut butter sandwich let alone be the face and run the business. However that is her story to tell not mine.
So here we are soon to be jobless and homeless with our prospects in flux, planning our next Life’s adventure, maybe we are going to a simpler style of life or we could flame out like a bag of poop lit on fire and left on a door step.
The prospects are mind boggling aren’t they and as scary as a giant Gorilla in heat.
I am very excited about everything, well everything but the Gorilla thing, because lets face it, not my type, anyone with a better mustache than me I will have an issue with and on top of that HELLLLLLLLLLOOOOOO its a Gorilla!
Original story posted on here as well.