It was February.....it was 6 a.m......it was sleeting......I was 50 and my sweetie was 42. I was having something of a midlife crisis (you know the drill.....is this all there is
, etc).
I said, "well if it wasn't for you, I sure wouldn't be HERE in cold, dark, miserable northern PA". And my sweetie said, "where would you be?"
And I said, "I'd be getting a housesitter for the house, buying something like a little VW Vanagon, and taking off for a year to travel in Mexico and Central America and have adventures".
Did I said it was cold.....dark......sleeting......and my sweetie was about to slog out the door to scrape off the truck windows and go to work?
My sweetie said, "you know, maybe the University would be willing to give me a sabbatical period if I was willing to take it unpaid".......
and a new life was born.
Our intention was to go for a year.....that year stretched to two......we couldn't make ourselves go back to ordinary life....
That was fifteen years ago...we never DID go back......(well, five years later, after the housesitter had become the tenant and then become the new owner of the house.....we did go back to clean out our stuff)
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