Tuesday, August 9, 2011

In A Holding Pattern

Yep, like a plane on final approach at LAX, I'm indeed in a holding pattern.  Sheesh.  If it's not one thing, it's another, in this journey called "life."  First, it was a giant job offer that took me to Taiwan for eight months.  Now, another opportunity has reared it's head -- the call of the retail wild.

This was brewing before I left the country, so it's not as if I'm taking some crazy plunge into ice cold water.  For, my girl and I have had many conversations, made countless discoveries and have forged new relationships with people here in the small hamlet of Claremont, California where I now reside, all in the name of opening our very own shop, right on the main drag of town.

Needless to say, The Roving Home will sit, as it has for the better part of this year, in storage, only to be taken out to transport materials for our small business.

The entrepreneurial spirit is alive and well, in this "young" lad, and I just can't seem to smother that flame, even if it's gotten me into hot water a few notable times in my life.  I just can't help it.  As a friend of mine said recently, "Hey, one of them is bound to stick, man.  You just gotta keep on trying."

I would crumble in a desk job, and doing things on one's own is the best drug I know of.  Of course, most of you reading this will agree, because the same spirits who have gathered around the campfire to share stories like those about The Roving Home are always the first to cheer on the bettering of one's life.

So, here I go, head first into the next chapter.  Check it out.  www.heirloomclaremont.com