Well sure, there's that too. But I was thinking about the fact that it was one year ago today that we accepted our fate and trudged over the Grapevine to begin looking for a new place to live. We had just accepted a lowball offer on our home in LA. The boyfriend had just reluctantly accepted a position in Bako. He'd been out of work for months and it was the only offer on the table and we were desperate. It was our first trip to Bako and 106 that day. It became quickly apparent we would be moving to Hell.
It occurs to me that just about every milestone in our Grand Bako Adventure coincides with the anniversary of a major tragedy or catastrophe. This one falls right between the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The last night we spent in our former home was September 11 -- we moved early the next morning. The agency in Bako that provided me steady income for months went under the day the Titanic sank.
I'll have to look and see what day the Hindenburg exploded.
You know, so I can plan ahead.
