Here I sit, two weeks after going to California, to tell you all that it did not succeed.

We moved the 2160 miles only to find that what I thought was awaiting me job wise was not. We had a few days to figure out what to do so we chose to return to Indiana, with no home. I sit here in the same house that I grew up in as my parents welcomed us back with open arms and open hearts.

The entire contents of our house are now stored in a 10 x 20 unit (packed to the top) as we sort out what to do next. I believe we are staying with the 'rents for a while and will house sit for them from November to May while they are in Florida. This will allow us to lick our wounds, pay off bills and be ready to go with a new resolve in the spring.

I consider myself extremely lucky to have such loving parents (who also happen to have a big enough house with 2 spare bedrooms all ready for guests). It is a little bizarre to be staying in the same room where I grew up. Not at all whre I expected to be at 43. At least we could come back before losing our entire savings.

I am now trying to find work (my wife was offered her old job back). Indiana's economy has bottomed out as well and jobs are not easy to find.

Another thing that is happening through all of this is my collection will be sold, well, the majority of it. I think I am keeping the loose collection as well as a few boxed items. Just trying to figure out the best way to sell off such a large collection. I am a little sad about it but know that it is for the greater good (the greater good) and that I will still have a good collection left over. Has anyone ever tried to sell off this much stuff?

Anyway, I have begun to climb out of my depression from this (we got back Saturday) and am ready to take on the world once again. "I feel like I can take on the whole Empire myself"