Being back home is like being on the tit. I’m paid just enough money to make ends meet (well not really enough), everyone has just enough to keep going, but there’s not nearly enough to burst onto a scene, to rise above and beyond and make a real difference.
That is why we have to move — to wean off the tit. If moving from Alaska represented an escape from certain doom, then this move to the city represents getting on our own two feet.
We have to know this and take the necessary steps upon return to actually get the movement started. In Alaska what happened is we got a call out of the blue for a house for sale, which somehow panned out.
What’s it going to take?