Why can’t the money and job opportunities and the family and friends all be in the same damn place? In 1996, I was a 20 year old mom of two in a desperately poor situation in my home town. I was surrounded by family and friends and I was well and truly loved. I was also flat broke and struggling badly to find my way. Just 3 short years out of high school and I was married with two little babies. I had tried to do something with my life by going to cosmetology school and getting my license to do nails. I loved that job but it really didn’t make a lot of money. Now, as a side note, I feel I should clarify that I was really only able to do nails for 6 months before my now-ex-husband and I made a life altering decision and moved to Las Vegas. We decided that there were more opportunities and money to be had in Vegas and so we packed up our little pontiac with all the worldly possessions we could carry, put the babies in the back and with $800 in our pockets, said goodbye at midnight to my parents and away we went.
What we found in Las Vegas was exactly what we were hoping for. We both found our way. I found a career in property management and he found steady good paying work with the iron-workers union there. What we didn’t find, at least, I didn’t… was that personal connection I was so accustomed to in my life in Texas. The only family we had in Vegas was each other and his mom and dad. We did pick up and carry his brother back with us on one of our trips home. So now we had one set of grandparents and one uncle. We had friends as well, but when he and I split up he kept all of them… with one exception… the one I married and stole away from Vegas with me.
We had found the money and the opportunity but we missed the social connections. Fast forward to 2003 when Don and I moved to Lake Havasu City. Here we found that magical balance for several years. We had a wonderful circle of friends and the money was mostly good. It was all commission based so it was usually feast or famine but mostly it was good until the bitter end when we decided that it was time to retreat to familiar ground (to me, anyway) and family and headed back to Texas.
In Texas we found the familiar ground of family and I reconnected with some of my besties from high school but it wasn’t until about 9 months ago that we really found that social connection we both crave when we met our friends who quick, fast and in a hurry became family. But man were we struggling. We decided to make the move to Georgia in the hopes of changing that. What we didn’t realize when we made that decision, what an impact it was going to have on everyone…. including us.
It just leaves me sitting here kinda sad and wishing the money opportunities and our families/friends could all be in the same damn place. It doesn’t seem like too much to ask for to want to not have to sacrifice one for the other… does it? It just seems like we either have decent money / opportunity or we have a social life. Just my skewed perception, maybe.