You know that friend that drags you to a party that you don’t really want to go to because the only people there will be their old friends from college or their scrap-booking circle or their Menudo addict’s support group and ten minutes after you arrive your friend ditches you next to the dip of questionable origin holding a red Solo cup of brown alcohol while they disappear into some dark corner with the ex they constantly bitch about yet still want to re-enact a nature documentary with?
Yeah. That’s kinda what I did to this blog. Bitch move, I know. But I swear I have an excellent excuse and it doesn’t involve ex-boyfriends, equipment malfunction, meeting a future new ex-boyfriend, locusts, or anything.
I moved nine states away. Completely across the country the up-and-down way not the coast-to-coast way. Athens, Georgia to Orchard Beach, Maine. One thousand, one hundred twenty-one miles. Seventeen hours and thirty minutes driving in a car with four plastic bins full of my worldly possessions and one cat looped out of his skull on kitty valium.
What made me undertake such a journey?
The short answer?
I had nothing to lose.
I know people throw that phrase around a lot, but I mean it literally. I had already lost everything. About a year ago, I separated from my husband of seventeen years and moved into a condo that I could only afford because a wonderful friend offered it to me on the cheap. I wasn’t only leaving him, but my two dogs; my silly, sweet, fuzzy girls. From that moment on, I had to redefine my life. I had to rip out all the future pages of my life’s calendar and burn them. Everything I had planned, everything I had hoped, and everything I had built so far was now ash. For a while, I wallowed in the ruins. Sleepwalked through my days and pantomimed all the motions: sleep, work, eat, wash, rinse, repeat. I made writing the focus of my energy in a way I hadn’t before. On the plus side, I self-published a book and received some great reviews. But I was still reeling. I couldn’t see my future more than forty-eight hours ahead. I had no idea how to plan my new life.
Then I got a call from a friend. He offered me a way to rise from the ashes of my old life and create something entirely new. The prospect was terrifying and, I’ll admit, at first I turned him down. I’m not one to jump into things. I need to think and ruminate and come at from all angles. The next time my friend, Dave, and I talked, I had a few questions, he had reassuring answers. After a few emails and phone calls, I was ready to pull the trigger.
I was ready to move to Maine and work in the nebulous and exciting world of medical marijuana.
Now, anyone who knows me will snort and laugh at my choice of profession. Not that I have anything against marijuana, or “pot” as I’ll call it from now on just to save the keystrokes. I don’t smoke it. I have tried it, but wasn’t impressed. I have no interest in partaking in anything containing pot or getting high. That is probably one reason why Dave wanted me on board: he can trust me around the inventory. Another reason why people laughed at my new job has nothing to do with drugs. Simply put: I hate snow. I think snow is ugly and gross and ruins everything. Yet, I chose, willingly, to move to a state that will inevitably be covered in snow.
So, to recap . . . I decided to work with a product I have no interest in while living in a climate that I will loathe for a large portion of the year.
Yes. I agree.
But I was ready for crazy. Open to the chaos in a way that I had never been before. What was another pebble tossed into an already churning lake? Success would mean financial stability as I had never known it before. Failure would mean a slow dissolve back into the life I had left back in the condo in Georgia. Nothing gained, but nothing lost as well. Zero sum.
So, that brings me to the present. I am typing this from my bedroom in my new condo with an ocean view in Maine. In the living room are two nineteen year old boys who share the condo with me (also brought on board by Dave) watching television. My cat, Cain, is snoozing at my feet. Tomorrow, I will drive around and deliver pot to a couple patients, purchase a few supplies, and try to absorb as much information about this business as I can because there is a lot to learn.
I am excited and I am determined and I hope this venture is even a fraction as successful as everyone dreams it can be.
But even if this whole thing goes bust and I have to limp back to Georgia with my tail between my legs, one truth remains self-evident:
This will make for an excellent story.
For me, there is no better motivation.
And I can’t wait to share that story with the world.
Well done, my girl, well done. The world awaits your story.
I love the adventure of it all! Cheers to having the courage to take a leap of faith and start something totally new. Can’t wait to follow along. -j
Haha, only you could fall into a job like that – and there’s definitely got to be a future book in there somewhere!
Also, I went to Maine when I was a kid and it just absolutely captured my fancy. It was so lovely. Haven’t been back since. Now I have a place to stay! Wait – you won’t make me sleep in my car, right?
Welcome back! Can’t wait to read what the future has to hold for you.
I envy you in so many ways my friend. I wished I had the stones to up and move somewhere and try something totally off the grid. Our stories are very similar…Mine was 15 years, not 17…I didn’t get to start over in a condo but on my parents couch…She got the dogs in the divorce and we have a child. But six years ago it was WTF do I do now and why me?
The worst thing that can happen is you come back home to Athens. We’ll take you back, with arms open and no fingers pointed.
Good luck Amy. You’ve got this.
I was wondering where you are. How’s the wine up there? *grin*
Hooray for a fresh start but it sounds like you’ve been through a lot. I see your latest post is almost a year old but I wanted to stop by and say hi. I hope everything is going well and you’re having quite a fun adventure!