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I was brave when I put my household goods into storage and packed the rest of my life into four suitcases and jetted off to Guam (from California = 5803 miles) where I knew one person vaguely (my future employer who had interviewed me in San Francisco).
Long story short - quit my job, went back to school, got a phone call from my former boss to say he was working on Saipan (where?), mentioned casually that if he ever needed anyone (he was a great boss and I'd work for him again) to let me know, received a phone call a few days later from his boss asking if I would be interested in interviewing for the job of Office Manager for Guam Cable TV, flew to San Francisco for the interview, and about three weeks later, I was on my way to Guam!
I stayed in Guam about a month and then they transferred me to Saipan for a month. Back to Guam for two months and then back to Saipan permanently. The rest is history (Vic...wedding bells...Sophia...and four years later, back to the States as a Navy wife).
That was brave! My best friend lived in Guam as a young teenager (her dad was in Navy), and absolutely loved it.
ReplyDeleteVery brave. I think some things are meant to be though, you were meant to be there to meet your hubby.
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo! Sometimes you have to be brave to be fulfilled; if you hadn't gone, where would you be now?
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