On my first visit to Sacramento in early April of this year, we didn’t start off on a good note. I arrived late in the evening, actually just after midnight so I guess it was very, very early morning. I woke her from her sleep, and she didn’t know what to make of the bearded stranger in the cowboy hat. So she growled at me and went back to sleep.
The next morning, or I should say later that same morning after the sun had risen, we were reintroduced to each other. She was curious about the strange man who had entered her life a few hours earlier and decided it was worth the effort to get to know him. We sat next to each other on the couch as we watched TV with her roommates. She spent the next few hours checking me out while one of her roommates filled me in on her life story.
During the time I spent in Sacramento during the first week of April, she and I grew closer. We reached the point where she fell in love with me, and I admit I was saddened that my time here looking for work and getting to know her was quickly passing.
Finally, my week in Sacramento ended. I left for the airport in the wee hours of the morning to catch my flight to Chicago. When I left, she was asleep. I did not wake her. It was hard enough leaving her without having to look into her soulful, sad eyes.
The next couple of weeks back home in Kenosha, Wisconsin were hard. I missed her deeply and thought about her often. I kept in contact with her roommate while I waited to hear back from my interviews. I had just about given up hope of finding a job and returning to Sacramento when an unexpected opening occurred at a local company I had not even interviewed at but to whom I had previously sent a copy of my resume. A couple of phone call interviews later, I had a job and a start date about two weeks later(the first full week in May).
It was with a joyful and excited heart that I took the train out from Wisconsin to Sacramento to start my new job and be reunited with my unexpected love. I counted the hours till I would be reunited with my love in Sacramento as the Amtrak train made its way across the Midwest and onto the Great Plains and passed through the Rocky Mountains, delayed slightly going through a blizzard outside of Denver. After fifty(50) hours, I finally arrived in Sacramento.
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