As I mentioned in the title, I was born and raised in CT. I am the youngest of six, I have four sisters and a brother. Everyone had gotten married and moved out except myself. One night like most nights, over dinner my dad starts talking about the day that he had. Tonight was a little different then other nights. He started talking about this lady that came into his work place. Just so we are on the same page. My dad at the time was a service writer for a car dealership. Anyway, she comes in and starts talking with my dad about the problem she is having with her car.
Meanwhile it is a pretty hectic but typical day in his shop. So dad writes up to ticket for her car but before she leaves she asks dad "how can you deal with all this stress?" My dad says "what stress" She began to point out the "stresses" then followed it up with a statement. "Where I come from there is not all this stress." So my dad asked "where is there less stress then here?" She replied "Arkansas" My dad said "where?!" Again she replied "Arkansas"
She gave my dad her name and number and said if you are ever in the area look me up and I will show you around. Over dinner we discussed maybe taking a trip and checking out Arkansas. We did not really have very high expectations of what we would find when we got there. After all we were used to the CT way of life. We concluded that we would spend a couple of weeks there and see what it is all about.
So we head out to see Arkansas. I think we could have picked a better month to visit. We chose to come in August, it was just a tad bit warmer then we were used to. During our two week visit we had a great time. We saw the lake, we went sight seeing, we took in all we could in those two weeks. Our trip ended all too quickly, before we knew it we had to head back home. On the way home we had plenty of time to discuss the prospect of moving. It all sounded great there was just one problem, houses were not selling.
So we made a pact and we also prayed about it. If we put the house on the market and it sells in a reasonable amount of time we will move. We were all in agreement. When we got home we did not waste any time listing the house. We contacted the realtor on a Thursday, the house listed on Friday, sold sight unseen Monday. We were just in shock.. My dad contacted the realtor and asked if the buyer knew about the issues with the house. Dad was just trying to make sure everything was on the up and up. She replied "I told him everything and he still wanted it." So we got everything packed and we moved.. That was twenty three years ago. We have never regretted the decision at times we questioned it, but never regretted it.
In the posts that follow I will tell you about the restaurant we owned in AR. How I ended up in MO and whatever else I think of as the thoughts roll around in my head.
Till my next post
Mike
cool.
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