When
we decided to leave Missouri, our first choice was New Haven, Connecticut. My wife had received a post-doc invitation
from Yale University, and at first, she was eager to accept it. I mean, it’s Yale! We visited, we secured an apartment, and we
started to pack. But as the time drew
closer, my wife found her heart longing for the silver screen instead. She wanted to take a hiatus from science and explore
the alluring world of acting. So, she
instead headed to Los Angeles. For three
months, she attended a prestigious acting school, all the while being sucked
into the glamor of Hollywood. I stayed
behind and worked.
One
night, I received a phone call from her that she wanted to move to L.A. full
time and pursue her acting dream. I was
reluctant, but I had always supported her, so we cancelled New Haven and turned
our sights to L.A. She secured an
apartment, I sold the house, we packed up our stuff into a moving truck, and we
shipped our life to L.A. It traveled
through Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, and Nevada…before finally arriving in
California.
But
destiny had other plans for us, and I quickly discovered that I couldn’t find
work. For three months, I scoured the
internet, sent my resume to every job even remotely close, and was rejected time
and time again on interviews. It wasn’t
happening. And that’s when I got an
email from an old friend of mine that his company in Dallas, TX was
hiring. I decided to apply…I mean, what
could it hurt?! And within two weeks, I
had a job offer.
It
truly felt like this was where God was leading me, but not wanting to destroy
my wife’s happiness, I told her that I was going to Dallas, and she could stay
in L.A. She ultimately chose our
marriage over Hollywood and decided to come with me. So, she sublet our apartment, repacked our stuff,
and shipped it back to Texas. It
traveled through California, Arizona, and New Mexico…before finally arriving in
Texas.
