bornliberal

I have lived a rather devil-may-care life for the past 35 years in the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. I accomplished more in my life than I ever thought I could with a 20+ years in a fire dept., where I was trained by my husband to be one of the "Bravest".

I loved my career, when I was meant to be a bean-counter and an economic analyst in some of the finest schools. I had a job ready for me, but I would have been working for "the crook" and the looks of the government buildings in Washington look too boring and too, well, governmental.

My husband was retired, while I still maintained an active employment with the dept. and he had to be the most supportive spouse I could have asked for. In 94, he had a heart attack and I was able to take time from the dept. without asking for any time. F.D.'s are family friendly, and the jurisdiction I worked for did not even charge me on the FMLA. Other "brothers" worked my hours, while my husband was able to get back on his feet. We knew he was dancing on a bubble with the first heart attack.

On August 39, 2007, he flew to the Philippines to visit the land where his uncle was stationed during WW II at Subic Bay. That uncle had a daughter that was stationed at Clark A.F.B. during the war in Viet Nam. I didn't care to go because I knew the climate was too hot and the land was very poor. On 09/08/06, the consulate called with the information that he had died of a heart attack. It has been just over a year, yet the grief still consumes me.

I now have a minor health problem, yet my sisters think that I need my family closer and Wisconsin is quite a ways from Washington, D.C. My closest friends think that this could be a good move for me to move back to Wisconsin, to start over again and find a life for myself again. I am placing my home on the market come December 1st, and will be taking steps in a forward direction.

I pray this is a good start, and appreciate you allowing me to take up so much bandwidth on this forum.

Thank you very much,

Dash

Dasher wrote:I have lived a rather devil-may-care life for the past 35 years in the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. I accomplished more in my life than I ever thought I could with a 20+ years in a fire dept., where I was trained by my husband to be one of the "Bravest".

I loved my career, when I was meant to be a bean-counter and an economic analyst in some of the finest schools. I had a job ready for me, but I would have been working for "the crook" and the looks of the government buildings in Washington look too boring and too, well, governmental.

My husband was retired, while I still maintained an active employment with the dept. and he had to be the most supportive spouse I could have asked for. In 94, he had a heart attack and I was able to take time from the dept. without asking for any time. F.D.'s are family friendly, and the jurisdiction I worked for did not even charge me on the FMLA. Other "brothers" worked my hours, while my husband was able to get back on his feet. We knew he was dancing on a bubble with the first heart attack.

On August 39, 2007, he flew to the Philippines to visit the land where his uncle was stationed during WW II at Subic Bay. That uncle had a daughter that was stationed at Clark A.F.B. during the war in Viet Nam. I didn't care to go because I knew the climate was too hot and the land was very poor. On 09/08/06, the consulate called with the information that he had died of a heart attack. It has been just over a year, yet the grief still consumes me.

I now have a minoor health problem, yet my sisters thinnk that I need my family closer and Wisconsin is quite a ways from Washington, D.C. My closest friends think that this could be a good move for me to move back to Wisconsin, to start over again and find a life for myself again. I am placing my home on the market come December 1st, and will be taking steps in a forward direction.

I pray this is a good start, and appreciate you allowing me to take up so much bandwidth on this forum.

Thank you very much,

Dash

Good to see a fire grrrrl at BLs!!! Yes, after the 1st as the new blood arrives in DC would seem like an excellent time to sell. Maybe they have a list for politicians relocating into DC you can put your place on for sale.

Fo most of us, we were born to late. Too late to have the advanced technology to keep us alive. They are doing wonders, but life seems to reach 120 & that is it at the very optimum. A drs. job is to become a god, one who strives for everlasting life for his patients, and I believe we will reach that day in maybe less than 200 years of intellectual advancement in the sciences.

My dad died a few years back, & all mom does is paperwork, when we can easily afford an accountant. She is very talented and I try to get her to do stuff. A new location can be good. A counseler to rap with for a while. One thing I recomend is start a habit of getting out for four hours a day, always striving to go some place new, and always introducing yourself to at least one new friend and discuss life. My counseler had me buy a bike. I had not rode one in years! But it was fun and makes you feel free as the wind. At the time I needed that.

Wish you well.

bornliberal wrote:

A new location can be good. A counseler to rap with for a while. One thing I recomend is start a habit of getting out for four hours a day, always striving to go some place new, and always introducing yourself to at least one new friend and discuss life. My counseler had me buy a bike. I had not rode one in years! But it was fun and makes you feel free as the wind. At the time I needed that.

Wish you well.[/quote]

Thank you so much. I will miss my Bay, for the Chesapeake Bay happens to be one of the most beautiful areas of water I've ever seen in my lifetime. I will miss getting up at 1:00 A.M. to go out with Norm Solomon for a day of "crabbing". It's hard work, but something I truly enjoyed.

My aunt and uncle live in Green Bay, they're retired and considering the sale of their home. I would love to buy their home, where I played at one time and visited them so my uncle could take my late father and I to a Green Bay Packer game. And who knows, I may purchase his season tickets! They also have a U-W in Green Bay, and I have considered teaching (ugh!) for the last nine years until I hit my retirement age for S.S. The city is large enough to become lost in, but it still has it's small town charm.

I'll probably trade in my downhill skis for cross-country skis to keep me in shape. Riding a bike is something I enjoy, and I still have my bike that I used on my off-days to keep in shape. And I know the future has to be brighter for me, but I have to find that falling star and follow it because I happen to be one who believes in superstitions things as such.

I know, I'll be just fine.

I remember you Dasher.
When I saw you here I hoped we could get off to a better start then over there last time.

What with you winning the election and all.

Glad to hear another speak of the Great Outdoors.
I can tell you love it.

Good luck in your move, and in all you do.

So sorry for your loss Dasher. Relocating can be stressful but to
reconnect with family will be wonderful. I haven't met a single
person from Wisconsin who wasn't wonderful. Sounds like a
great move.