There's been far too many up's and down's to mention since the last post, so we're going to skip that, and focus on the second half of the title of this blog. "But I'm Back On My Feet," and boy am I!
The world has been looking up for almost a year now. Last October and November were tough, very tough. Probably the toughest months of my entire life. What happens after you hit rock bottom though? You go up, and this is where the my current life-story begins.
There's certain things out there that inherently bring happiness; albeit sometimes you don't see them right away. A child being born, a career change, new friends, a move across the planet, true life-changing events. And that's what has happened to me. All of those. Every single one.
Let's start with the easiest to explain, new friends. You grow up, your friends change, people move, it's all a part of life. I like to think that I've made some really good ones over the years, but don't we all have room for more? Through motorcycles, family, work, and travel, I had made some great new friends from across the USA. My friend from Idaho who I met while ice climbing in Ouray, Colorado. My family from Kansas City, Missouri who shared 41 Penn with me. A cute couple that was my landlord in Pittsburgh (they've got the two cutest/ugliest dogs I've ever met, besides mine of course). A co-worker that I reconnected with after seven years and many different jobs, eight hours away from Indianapolis, who turned into one of my closest confidants and best friends. Which leads me to my next point...
A career change and travel. While typically they don't go hand-in-hand, my scenario does. I took a job with a company that specifically does international work, and my first assignment is Djibouti, Africa. Wow, what a change. Boom, like that I jumped on a plane and moved 9000 miles away. That's not a simple move, not for anyone, but I wanted something new, so I did it. This was easy to get here, but it's not been a cake-walk since I landed.
The biggest and hardest realization I've come to since October, is that I was on a plane over the Atlantic Ocean the day my child was born. And this is not a job where I get to fly back every couple weeks. Fortunately, the lil one gets tons of pictures taken of her and they almost all get emailed or sent to me by the mother! I am not in a relationship with the mother and this is not something she has to do; however, she does it willingly and is so far a great momma. As far as the new one goes, her name is Eliza Rae and she sure is a cutie.
Plenty more to come...
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