In 2000 — nearly a decade ago now — Polimom and Adorable Child returned to the Houston area.
We came with nothing.
A newly-single mom, I’d left my beloved tiny village in upstate New York; there simply were no jobs in my field in the area. So I headed south, where I hoped that my parents could help me get back on my feet as I relaunched my life — at nearly 40 years old.
Starting over from scratch was incredibly hard. I had no money, no employment prospects… and in very short order, nowhere to live.
Those were dark days for me. But within a couple of months, Adorable Child and I were up and running. Just a little over a year after I arrived, I bought my first house, and shortly thereafter I took the big leap and began working for myself.
The success was stunning, and it was due — in no small part — to the individuals and companies who were willing to take chances on me.
I started that first job on the strength of my education, not my experience. I rented a townhouse before I’d shown up for my first day at work. I bought a house within ten months of starting work, even though doing so took my last nickel. I actually had to wait for the next paycheck to buy a refrigerator.
It’s been one success after another. Yes, there have been iffy times, but every time a door closed, several windows opened, and on we went.
Such a story isn’t possible everywhere…. but it worked here. Houston is a “Can Do” kinda place, where people are, as a rule, busy, ambitious, and high energy. At each and every step of the way, my drive and motivation were met halfway — and sometimes more.
The Houston area has been very good to my family. In fact, it’s been good to most of the people we know. We all owe a great deal to this vibrant community, and now that it’s time for us to leave, we’d like to say Good-Bye in a meaningful way.
So… I think we’re going to throw a party. A different kind of party.
Stay tuned.
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Should I buy a drancy fess? 🙂
Dunno about a drancy fess. Thinkin’ more casual (since I hate to dress up…).
Of course, you can always buy a drancy fess, just cuz you wanna. LOL!
Will it include maybe a crawfish boil? 🙂
~EdT.
So where are you bound? Dare I ask if it’s back to the Best Bank?
EdT — Yes, it might! I’m re-thinking things, and crawfish is party of my ‘new’ plan.
Mark — no, I’m truly sad to say it’s not. Much as I love NOLA and always will, we’re heading north to New Hampshire.