Kicking back with a Shiner and some good music after a fun night out with my fellow local jewelers and a long day of figuring out how to say things in Polish.
So in less time than it takes to have a baby…
I’ve broken up with the girl I once thought I’d marry*.
I’ve moved over 600 miles away from home** leaving my family and basically everyone I’ve ever met up to this point.
I’ve taken a new job after seven years that cut my pay significantly***, made my customer base obsolete, and even changes my overall job description.
So here I am. Single, missing my people, taking home less than I did before college, and in a strange place; and I’ve gotta tell you…
It’s all an incredible and wonderful adventure.
This is the best me I’ve been.
*And stopped talking and gotten back together and stopped talking and finally lost the girl and found my friend.
**Almost 1000km, or roughly 16x the width of Rhode Island at its widest point, if you were wondering.
***Ah, and money… I never thought it mattered to me when you said it did, and we were both right. See the thing is, I didn’t care about having lots of money because I wanted to be rich or show off, or even cause I wanted to be comfortable. I cared because I’m competitive as hell and it gave be a way to quantify my performance. Now that I’m making less, I realize it’s not that important. Wouldn’t mind making more again though, and one day I will.