Fortunately, my real life has not been the same experience I had with those silly books. I have had many strokes of good fortune since I took my first job in accounting in 2002. In 2012 I chose a new adventure, and described it as such, when I began working for my present company. It has been a wild and rewarding ride, and I don't regret making the leap in the slightest. At the end of August, the VP of HR and my CFO scheduled a call with me. Since I've been doing what I feel is a pretty good job in my position I wasn't overly concerned about it (some people might have spent way too much time fretting about such a meeting), figuring they were going to ask me to do some brain expanding project. And they did, sort of. In that they wanted me to move to Santa Monica and assume a different role. Who ha wha? Is what I said in my head. To them I said: "Wow, I'm flattered. Let me think about it!"
My life in WNC is pretty awesome. I live right on the edge of the national forest, three miles from work, and am well paid to be top of the financial food chain of my subsidiary. I've got a Taj Majal office and a big comfy house with 1/2 an acre buffer between us and the neighbors. Life is sooo easy. I can sleep late if I want, and still be to work before most of my staff. I can be on a mountain bike trail with less than five minutes of pedaling from the house. (!) Downtown Asheville is but a short 15 minute drive away. My first hometown and Andy's hometown are long drives - but drives - away. But... (there's always a big BUTT somewhere!) I am topped out for career growth with this company (in WNC).
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Asheville is definitely our home, and I take for granted that I've been here over a decade, with the accumulated network of friends and colleagues to show for it. But... opportunity has knocked. I have answered. Holy shit, we're moving to California.
I leave on December 12. Andy is going to do the bi-coastal commute for a little while, which will give us time to settle some affairs in Asheville.