Classes are done. Even post-bach is temporary. I can’t put this decision off any longer. I have to decide what I need to do. The roommates and I have made the house really work for us and it’s a great setup for me. Finding a job locally would be easy. get cozy for a couple of months, and take off. Random city, answer a roommate needed ad, and the rest is up to
Over the last couple of months, I became real cool with brothers, Stephen and Mike. Lived in the same pseudo-subdivison I lived in, and had one of the only dogs, Sonni, that Dubi would play with. Good times shared by all. They tell me they plan to sail Mike’s boat down to Savannah from NY.
The adventures we’ve been on collectively would be a blog on it’s own. To keep the story on task, they end up, after much tribulation, successfully sail their vessel down to a harbor in Savannah. Tales of their epic quest can be found here at Travel by Foote. They plan to sail south from Savannah by early August, and ask me if I want to come. I immediately took the offer, but later realized that this is no decision to be taken seriously.
There are a great many questions to be answered before trying to make this anything resembling an idea:
- What will I do with the things I don’t take?
- How’s Dubi going to take to water?
- …
um… guess there really isn’t much else. I still have a couple of weeks to decide.
Time passes by and the date gets closer. I decide to weigh the for and against the trip that Life has accumulated thus far.
Mrs. Foote was nice eanough to furnish Dubi with a life jacket that actually fit :Pros
:Cons
It’s still too risky of a chance to take, but I really have nothing holding me back. Afternoon Delight was gracious enough to be sold for a pretty good price, so I’ve been living off that until I find a job I like.
hmmm… this is the “big step after college”. Slipping on that step is a thought, a scary one.
This is the biggest decision of my life thus far…