Moving On

Commuting is where I left off almost two years ago now. Where does the time go? It passes like the water rushing past me as I walk along the oceanfront.

I hated commuting. I hated commuting so much that I finally left my job. Well, there was more to the decision than just hating the commute, but imagine spending four hours of each day commuting to and from work.

So much has happened in the short time since my last post. These events are hard to quantify because they are all important in some way, yet they are all just another thread in the fabric of my reality continuum.

Some highlights: I got married… twice… to the same woman. We adopted a new baby girl. I found out I had cancer, then I elected to have radical surgery to remove it. The surgery was on February 14 (Valentine’s Day) of 2007. My son graduated from college. I quit my job. I spent three seasons staying at home to take care of our children while my wife worked to renovate her properties. My dad died. I have been looking for a job. I have been cancer-free for more than a year now. Now I need more money (I haven’t been working since September). I have been exercising vigorously as often as I can at our local gym.

Life is good.