Fear drives my decisions at this point.
Fear of losing Miss S. is what set this whole plan into motion. We met in the fall of 2013 and after a casual friendship we started dating this past winter. She lived in Las Vegas and I was in New Jersey. We both thought a long distance relationship was worth trying and I believed that it was possible. I'd been single for a long time so it seemed like a nice way to get back on the bike.
Things were going fine until she had surgery in April and I flew out to take care of her for a few days while she got back on her feet. The time we spent together during that period deepened whatever feelings we already had for each other, and when I got home I updated my resume and started to send it out. It was a half-assed job search though. I would come home from work search job listings and submit my resume. No cover letter, no real indication of why this guy from New Jersey wanted a job in Las Vegas.
As the weeks went on I started to believe that I would lose S. before we were able to execute what we had assumed would be a two year plan that found either me moving there or ideally her moving here. I won't get into why I started to believe this but it involves a little bit of jealousy and more importantly an innate need to do something while I still could.
Fear. As I thought about my life I started to fear that I would look back at my life in 10 years at the age of 51 and say "What if I had made a go of it with S. in Las Vegas?" I was afraid that I would regret not trying. At the same time I started to let go of the fear that after 12 years of working at the same job site that I would somehow be unemployable. I stopped being afraid and instead started to believe in myself. I started to believe that with a little money to keep me afloat I could find work, some kind of work, in Las Vegas to pay the bills. I even thought that I could start a new career.
With my fear at bay I picked up the phone and called a local realtor.
Next: Regret Follows Failure. Note: Don't Fail!
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