Ready, set, GO!
That’s what it felt like when Joe got the call that he had been waiting for. It was late on a Monday evening and the call was for a new job opportunity for him. This job just happened to be located on the other side of the country! This was the one we were waiting for and it met all the criteria to support such a move: money, duration, location. So, after a final hashing through the pros and cons of such a large scale lifestyle change, be both jumped in wholeheartedly!
Tuesday morning we both spoke with our employers and turned in our resignations. For me it was quite simple, I just had to hang up my apron. It was difficult on a personal level as I have made some wonderful friends working as a waitress in an upscale pizza restaurant that let’s just say has a very “Hollywood” connection … a slice of heaven indeed! http://www.MysticPizza.Com . There is something very family orientated when you work in the restaurant industry. The long shifts, close working quarters, and the bond that makes you always take your co-workers side when it comes to dealing with some of the high maintenance whack-a-dos that inevitably end up in your section nearly every day make your fellow servers just as much a part of your life as your “real” family.
For Joe it was a little more intense in that he is obviously the breadwinner in the family and he had a great deal of responsibility as a plumbing/piping/maintenance supervisor for a major pharmaceutical company. However, after explaining the opportunity and his desire to pursue it, he was given a great recommendation and very complimentary exit review.
That’s how it all began. By Tuesday night I was packing up our clothes and any odds and ends we felt we couldn’t live without on the road, and Joe was packing his gang boxes with the tools he would need for just about any occasion, both in the trade and emergency situations. Wednesday was quite literally a blur as we worked our way room to room, garage, barn, and basement. Luckily we didn’t have to pack every single thing as my son Ron and his fiancé agreed to rent our house and act as property manager for Joe’s rental properties.
By Thursday afternoon, a mere seventy-two hours after we got the call, we were on the road heading west; embarking on a 2,780 mile journey and our new life together on the road. . Everything we needed crammed into every nook and cranny of the 2003 Ford F150 … with 188,000 miles on it.http://www.ford.com/trucks/f150/  Were we worried? Nah … Built Ford tough!