... the only reason I will be only 8 miles from a Starbucks is because there is a travel center 8 miles down I-95 that has one. It also has a huddle house, Denny's, and a Burger King. And yeah, gas stations. I'm sure there are other shops there also, but I try not to make eye contact so I'm not exactly sure what.
Ok, I sound like a snob. I'm not really (maybe a little.) I just... I never thought this would be me. I've worked my whole life and this economy and the decisions I have made with regards to my career have left me in this situation.
Mark got laid off January 2009. He's still technically laid off. Quinn was born March 2010. I lost my job August 2010. Got hired by the worst company I have ever worked for and then terminated March 2011. I fought for, and won, unemployment benefits. I'm still looking for a job. Mark started a his own company in March 2011 and it's doing well, but unfortunately, it's too late.
That brings us to June 22nd, 2011. We are in-process of painting and cleaning up a 31 year old trailer that sits on lot 220 in a large trailer park in Prince George Virginia. It's not a bad place. It's quiet. It's right off the interstate. I worry about serial killers making their way south will gravitate to the lonely singular hotel that occupies the space directly beside the Park we will reside in. I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, won't we?
T-8 days and I will be officially be an unemployed stay-at-home-wife/mom living out the dream in a 14x60 ft piece of Heaven. Stay tuned, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
