See that big silver building there? That is 44 Montgomery, just off of Market Street in the San Francisco Financial District. That is where I am right now, typing this, in my office at the law firm where I work.
This is my last day. Since I am moving to Hawaii late next month, it is very possible that I will never be in this building again in my life. I may never be in SF again, or even California. There is also a good chance that I will never again work in a law firm or any other kind of office. Wow.
This all started because my wife Bec got very very sick during and just after our recent trip to Vegas. It was a serious illness that she has fully recovered from. However, there was something about that experience that made the fact that I got up every morning at four, left the house at five, went 90 miles to work from Modesto to SF, then returned each night at 7:30 p.m. or later seem just ridiculous. So, the next time I had a bad day at the office I went to my supervisor and submitted my resignation.
Boom — just like that, with no new job to go to and no real plan. I just freaking quit. Then, this week Bec — an optician at the Costco in Manteca — learned that the Costco in Kona, Hawaii, needed a licensed optician, applied for the transfer, and got the job.
She starts May 20.
So, on to Hawaii. Goodbye to long commutes, goodbye big silver buildings, and good bye to San Francisco and California.
So now what? I don’t know. I’m going to keep writing, that’s for sure. Sometime soon the edits on my first novella will be finished and that sucker will be published. And then, I sure hope to spent the bulk of my time from about this June 1 on — wearing shorts and a t-shirt, barefoot, out on an ohana, looking out towards the ocean, while I sit at a table typing away at my next book.