(I wrote this part of the post on our flight home last week)
So here I am on another Southwest Airlines flight, sitting in a middle seat (that’s what happens when you fly standby), but that is okay because my lovely lady (she’s not going to like me calling her that, which makes it all the more fun to do so) also made the flight and it is a nonstop (we love nonstops). We spent three full days in Santa Monica and Venice Beach, California, and we are headed back to St. Louis.
Before I get to today’s installment of what Karma calls, “The Year of I Don’t Care”, and what I am calling, “Take Two Beers & Jump” per last week’s post, I want to say thank you to all the Southwest Airlines employees/friends for making our traveling this summer possible. As many of you know, I worked for SWA for 13 years, and our son Robbie has worked for SWA for about 3 years. I left the company a little over a year ago, but we are still treated like family when we travel. It was a great place to work then and it makes me happy that Robbie also enjoys working at SWA now.
Okay, back to our next step in life. We moved to St. Louis in 1995, it was a good move for us, Karma got into graduate school at Wash U., and I was excited to try something new. We made a good home here, raised Robbie, and enjoy so much of what Missouri has to offer, but we have never felt like we really fit here. Sometimes we feel like two square pegs trying to fit into a round hole.
It was different for us in Venice. It felt like we belonged. When we walked outside LAX, I took a deep breath and thought, “We’re home”.
So — we felt like we were home — great — now what are we going to do about it? How are we going to swing a move to California, moving from one of the most reasonable places in the U.S., to one of the most expensive? I have a plan. I can borrow Greg’s tent, he says that it is like a three bedroom house (of course he made this claim after he had consumed a few glasses of wine). Maybe that’s not the most reasonable plan…
Here are some plans that I think may be more reasonable:
Plan 1: I can put all my efforts into promoting InPerspire and sell 1,000,000 fitness towels this year and Karma can find a job teaching elementary school in Venice.
Plan 2: I can start working full time at Trader Joe’s and transfer to California and Karma can work on getting a job teaching elementary school.
Plan 3: I can get a haircut and find a job with one of the airlines at LAX and Karma can find a job teaching elementary school; InPerspire will of course continue to play a part in all these plans.
Plan 4: One of the above plans actually works and the whole St. Louis clan moves to Venice: Robbie, Tricia, Karma, Myself, Orange, Grey, Pumpkin, and Cowboy Bebop (the last four are felines).
What’s stopping us from putting our master plan into motion?
We have a case of the What ifs…