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Originally Posted by kelsie
LovesTheMountains: Thank you, but I am not a hero. 911 changed all of our lives. My husband was in Environmental work traveling extensively throughout the E. coast, I was a Personnel Manager in an Atlantic City Casino. The Sunday after 911, we sat on the beach on Long Beach Island NJ, watching in silence all of the couples and children looking up into the sky with blank stares and tear streaked faces. My husband looked at me and I said, "what are we doing"? And he said, "it's over"! I said to him, "let's go home and take out a map, see where we are going to start our lives over and then go and tell each of the kids". We went home, took out a map, closed our eyes and on the count of three landed on NC. Got a NC map and did the same thing, we landed on Greenville. We then went to each of the kids homes and told them what we decided. It took a lot of planning and 2 yrs., with my husband taking a p/t job at a local Home Improvement store (on top of his full time job), so that he could relocate when we moved to NC. We live within our means now, use coupons, have real friends that come to see us and not what we have, and when we go back up to see the kids and the grandchildren we have real quality time with all of them. Everyone has to look within themselves to decide what is important to them, believe in themselves and act on their decision.  This was the best decision we made. The UPS driver just now pulled up to give our dog a bone and tell me his beloved dog passed away yesterday. I didn't even have a delivery. Tomorrow when he comes I will have a card for him and his wife and a ham sandwich.
Barbara: yes, I do believe if the kids were still living at home the move would have worked. However, this being said, if my mother had still been alive, it would have been a different story. She still waited 20 years for me to "come back to where I belonged" N. Caldwell, NJ. As she put to me, "you are moving WHERE--the end of the earth"? I was moving to the Jersey Shore.lol
I have found living here when people ask "how are you?" they really want to know. We found what we were searching for and it was not too late. I found out last week that my wonderful husband hates green peppers, I said to him, "I didn't know that, why didn't you tell me?" He replied, "I have been telling you for 30 years." I heard him for the first time last week. I was so caught up with---we have to have---we have to get--we have to do, that I didn't hear him say I hate green peppers. I wonder what I will find out this week. 
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Maybe the best idea I came up with, was not moving to a place where it looked like keeping up with the Jones's, was a necessary expectation of living there. Some of the developments I looked at, reminded me too much of "The Stepford Wives". Stepford, that fictional town in Connecticut, is more a state of mind.
I remember that old "Twilight Zone" episode, with James Daly as the harried executive constantly nagged by his greedy wife and and pushy boss who always wanted "more" out of him. He would ride the train back home, nod out, and would constantly dream of another Connecticut town, which really didn't exist."Willoughby" looked like an early 20th Century little town filled with happy, polite people who cared about each other. At the end of the episode, he "got off" the train in "Willoughby". There are probably many people out there that would like to do the same thing he did!
9/11 changed all of us!. I remember driving past some of those NJ Transit Stations later that week, containing those cars and SUVs whose owners were never coming back home to retrieve them. Those two "Pillars of Light" that rose up to the sky, to mark where the buildings had been, and burned until the end of March 2002, are indelibly etched into my mind.
I've tried my best to create my own "Willoughby"

