We had thought about it for years. I'm scared of heights, I've always had nightmares of falling, and I can't even look down when I climb up bleachers, but we knew it was time. We jumped!
I don't mean we jumped out of an airplane, but we did take a flying leap. Dee worked his way to a degree in history by developing real estate. It's hard to leave a lucrative job to start a teaching career, and what else do you do with a history major? So he made research and writing his hobby, and looked forward to weekends like everybody else. Our favorite daydream was making enough money so he could quit and work at something he loved doing.
The daydream became an obsession. We were talking about it all the time, imagining a different life. We toyed with the idea of resigning. The roaring 1970's were behind us and the riotous '80's were taking a toll. The real estate market was suddenly very shaky, and so was Dee's company. That dreamy part about our portfolio supporting us was truly a daydream, but it seemed like the timing was right for us to start over. However, we had seven kids between the ages of fifteen and four, and a mortgage and two car payments. Could we really bail out of life?
Dee thought it would be unethical to look for a job without informing his company of his plans. Quitting was the nightmare we expected it to be, but when that part was over, it was time to plan our future. We were in free fall, realizing we should have packed parachutes.
To be continued...
(Photos: Not us.)