You know that sensation? Not the one of "biting into a peppermint patty", but the one that hits you as the roller coaster is just about to crest the first drop. you think, "#&%)@#, I shouldn't have done this! Your gut (and your sphincter) tighten up, your jaw clenches, you throw your hands up in the air because the little kid in front of you did it and your girlfriend is watching although every fiber of your being is screaming out...
I mean, you 'know' it's just a ride and you can't get hurt...
The Rig (we haven't settled on a name yet) sits out front. The house is in shambles, piles for donation, piles to take, piles to store.
We are still agonizing over paperwork, contracts, bank accounts, tax laws.
Friends, clubs, jobs, neighbors, family.
Real Estate agents trotting people through the house at all odd times.
We are leaving our home, giving the house back to the bank, quitting and getting laid off. resigning from clubs, to start a business in the biggest economic downturn of the last 70 years!
A pair of 40somethings shuck their corporate jobs, load up an old RV and head West to run their own business... Life, Love, Low tire pressure on the road to domestic bliss, financial freedom and the next cup of coffee!
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