It was Memorial Day 2001 when I made the break from my past life. I loaded up my car with bare essentials and watched my four-bedroom, three-bathroom house with the “for sale” sign on the well-manicured lawn get smaller and smaller in my rear-view mirror. I was headed toward the coast and a new job and the wind was at my back.
I had been contemplating a move for a while, but just wasn’t sure. When this job offer materialized I didn’t hesitate. I found a furnished studio apartment with a killer view, then walked into my boss’s office, sat down across the desk from him and heard a voice that sounded a little squeakier than mine say, “I’m leaving.” After 18 years with a steady and kind employer I was stepping out of my comfort zone and making a move. Dennis looked me in the eye for what seemed like a very long time before he said, “I’m not going to try and talk you out of this. I can see you have your mind made up.”