I’ve been trying to avoid making a commentary of my daily life on here for a few reasons. One big reason is because my day to day life is pretty boring. Another reason is I don’t want to ever feel like I’m explaining my decisions. With that, I’ll explain a little bit of what I’m doing now to get to a topic that amuses me.
After graduating flight school I decided I would move to Southern California. After taking a trip down there I realized a few things. Though I have enough saved up for the normal costs of moving, it will still be a challenge to relocate, especially doing it alone. I have an income source from the VA if I continue school and I also can get more flight training paid for with a cool little loophole I discovered on my trip down there. Even so, to move to an area and expect to find a decent place is far fetched when you are unemployed and starting out brand new. Enough explaining that part. My savings will only get me by for a few months and I’m not at a point in my life where I want to jump into stressing about things all over again.
I kept thinking about what I could do to make the transition easier. I got rid of most all my shit in storage, sold the boat and came to terms with the fact that after selling my Harley I better make the next move in life pretty damn interesting at least. My four thousand dollar truck driving school will be put to good use the next few months.
I picked a company to drive for which will allow me to seamlessly transfer my life down to California while making some pretty decent money. A temporary downside is that for the next week I have to ride with someone else to learn the dispatching and electronic log system. Nice guy but I had to chuckle about something. When we got on the truck he asked a bit about me blah blah blah… I said I just finished flight school and gave him a quick snippet of exactly what I explained above. He gave me a look as if I just confessed having sex with an alien. Before actually giving him a slight back story, he asked why the hell I was driving truck.
His reaction (which might have been partly disbelief) was exactly what I expect out of certain other people in my life. It also solidified the fact that I don’t owe anybody an explanation for what I choose to do with my life. I have to deal with my life on my terms. No one else really cares and though my path may not be the most glamorous, it is the best I got.
I may or may not have made the right decision but it doesn’t really matter. At the very least I’ll have some more stories to tell and maybe I can bore people with some more big fish stories. Reminds me of a concept that I think about often… What would I do if I had a windfall? I’d see who my real friends are…