I have not written in a few weeks. The words have been there, but I have been busy making the arrangements to return home. The opportunity, if you can call it that, just sort of happened. My partner and I just decided to do it. We had planned on waiting and saving money, you know, the smart responsible thing to do. But she is going with or without me, so here we go.
We are scraping every cent together that we can. i have sold my beloved camera system, and we are selling the things we have collected here in Texas for a dollar here and a dollar there. We arn’t paying our bills this month, we can’t do both. I will owe alot of people money when the wheels hit the ground in Maui.
Our child is coping with the transition of seeing the things in the house go, he has endured so many changes in his short life. Once we are settled, I hope this will be the last.
I am anxious about this move. I have a job as a dive instructor when we land, and that will at least be some income if the weather holds. I have a lead on a real job with a youth organization, I hope it becomes a reality. She has had one phone interview, but no call back. I am counting on her to get a job quickly, anything to bring in some income.
So here we go, not the journey I had thought would happen. I thought she would have left me by now. She may still. I am trusting our family will stay together, but I have done what I need to do, I think. I am always thinking on that point. At least we will all be trapped on the island together, and I can still see the child that has become the love of my life.
