Thursday, February 12, 2015

Fab-ruary Day Twelve: I Was Brave

Yes, that's it, one of those tiny specks on the inset map

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 ( bells...Sophia...and four years later, back to the States as a Navy wife).


  1. That was brave! My best friend lived in Guam as a young teenager (her dad was in Navy), and absolutely loved it.

  2. Very brave. I think some things are meant to be though, you were meant to be there to meet your hubby.

  3. Woo hoo! Sometimes you have to be brave to be fulfilled; if you hadn't gone, where would you be now?