When I started this journey, I left at sooner than what would be considered a financially sound moment. But I just needed to get out of town. I was supposed to spend five years back in Buffalo, so when it turned into twelve, I thought I was going to lose it. I was not a very happy person. And I’m glad I did. I have never been happier.
But there are some financial difficulties. I wasn’t sure if I was going to have enough to get me to the summer job in Washington, especially since I wouldn’t have an emergency fund for any repairs or breakdowns. The minivan has not been giving me any problems, but with 100,000 miles, towing a trailer 2000 miles north and then returning 2000 miles in six months, well, I was taking a chance. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Risk averse was never a term applied to me. But I am getting older and the fact that a breakdown would leave me in very deep ka-ka, concerned me. So when the RV park I am at offered me a job for the summer, I decided to take it. Four hours in the morning, four days a week, working around the grounds, plus one evening I get to cook for 30-50 people. And they said I could experiment with some dishes! I mean, not like a fois stuffed turducken kind of experiment but maybe like grilled pineapple or grilled watermelon and tomato salad- stuff this crowd would not usually try.
Plus, the time planted here will allow me to get rid of some eBay stuff I’ve been hauling around and start a couple of new Internet based ideas I have.