Today marks our second anniversary of life, so to speak, in Bakersfield.
Words fail me. Neither of us could even imagine we'd still be here.
Back in 2009, when our lives were in freefall, the survival instincts kicked in and our thinking at the time was "any safe port in a storm". If that port turned out to be Bakersfield, so be it. It beat living in a cardboard box under an overpass. Not by much, but it beat it.
We could handle a year, we thought. By then the economy would surely be on the rebound and we'd easily find work again somewhere civilized.
But here we are, two years later.
Marooned.
