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I'll apologize for the lack of pictures, I've been doing a bunch of figuring and there has been a lack in photography (or attempt in) in my life lately. The last 3 months have been relatively laxed. I ended up shipping all of my belongings back to NY where I grew up only to find out that I most likely don't want to stay there. There has been absolutely no regret in my decision to head back east and to also send my stuff back there. In the time that I was home I got to know a bunch of my cousins that I have never really spent any of my adult life with, spent time with my Mom and Dad, my 95 year old grandmother and also good childhood friends.
I put relatively little effort into finding a career based job, something I would settle down with and maybe buy a house or start a family. I applied to a few places but didn't really give it the old "college effort" as one might say. I was basically floating for an opportunity. I worked for an old friend for close to minimum wage, learning the ways of a general contractor. Custom showers, painting, kitchens, lots of sanding sheet rock, wood flooring, getting tools, etc etc. Stuff that I think any man wants to learn or at least try to learn in his lifetime, the money sucked, the weather sucked, but the work was fun and so were the times. I know it wasn't a lot of time but I got the idea of how to do things that I have never learned before, I'm grateful for that.
Among other things I tried to stay pretty busy, after I got my tools back home I spent a good amount of time working on an old project of mine, my 72 Triumph chopper project. I finally got my tig welder up and running and took a lesson from my Dad's buddy (something I've been planning on for years). I also got into beer brewing and have made 3 batches of brew with a very good friend of mine, a blonde, a porter and of course an IPA. They came out amazing (extract brewing).
As my timing wasn't the best, moving back to upstate NY at the height of winter I was glad that I went then. It's hard to judge whether or not you want to live in a place for 1-5 years when you go there the best part of the year. I won't ********** about the winter too much, I was able to do some snowboarding with my aunt and also some snowmobiling.
Now comes to the next page. About a month ago I was sitting around wondering what I was doing with my life, I had figured that I didn't want to stay where I was, doing what I was doing for the remaining of the summer. After going through the motions of living there it wasn't flowing like I had hoped for. I must say it is nice to have choices, even if they are ridiculous they are still possible. I laid out my choices like this: go to Thailand for two months to travel, get my work/holiday visa and go to Australia, head to Montana and work with my brother or head to Portland to find a job and a possible house (I liked it there). Thailand was too late as there hot rainy season was about to start, I couldn't afford Australia, so it seemed as if Montana or Portland was the choice. Until one day I got an email from a friend of mine titling "Field Service Engineer", Oil Platforms, Worldwide Travel. I immediately thought to myself, "ha yeah right, sounds crazy, sounds fun and exciting, probably won't happen, hell with it lets give it a try". That was a month ago, today I am here, back in Goleta, CA where I lived for 5 years, just completed my first day of training, awaiting three more weeks of it and will be headed to either Nigeria or S.Korea, crazy friggen life I tell ya!
Before I left NY to come back west I experienced probably one of the most memorable and emotional events of my life. I got a call from an old mentor of mine from California, he is from the East Coast as well (Boston to be exact). He gave me my first job out of school and was my first real friend when I moved to California. He was back in Boston for a couple weeks, downsizing his Dad's possessions and selling the house that he grew up in located in Hudson, Mass. His Dad is dying of lung cancer. A machinist for over 50 years, building bikes, aerospace parts, you name it. He offers his lathe to me, not just any lathe but a metalworking Hendey build in 1905, the Cadillac of lathes in it's time. I sprung, removed my camper, on the road at 3pm, Boston by 7pm, had some time to talk, stayed up until 2am disassembling (forgot to mention it was 2000 lbs and in a basement). Sunday, the day before my flight, more disassembling, built a ramp, pick up, put down, move, winch, pick up, put down, winch. 1 PM full load and then there was time to talk. Talk about what this does and what that does and I built this one time and that one time. Memories, sweat, blood, tears, life, all in this hunk of American made machinery that will someday be lifted out of my basement when I am old and grey and be passed on to that next generation. This one is for you Richard!