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Once we were back in California, things fell into the old comfortable routine.
Debbie and I discussed our Easter trip, and while we agreed resettling in Oregon sounded like a great idea, maybe we had acted just a bit too hasty. Face it, all our family and friends were in Bakersfield, not to mention the job security we enjoyed, or the beautiful old house we had worked so hard to restore.
Was it really worth it to leave all this behind? Probably not.
I rationalized the perhaps Mr. Eaton would chuckle over the ridiculous Californian who went on vacation and had the nerve to apply for a job, then actually signed his name. Yeah, that was probably the way it would go. We had a great vacation, but we were Californians, not Oregonians. What were we thinking? And, as far as the $200 deposit we had put down on the lot, we were certain to get it back, at least we hoped.
Well, as we were soon to find out, Oregon had the last laugh.
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