In late 1999, within just three weeks of each other, my dad died and my wife and I decided to get a divorce after 7 years of marriage (10 years as a couple). By April of 2000 I was living alone in a tiny crackerbox apartment in Austin, TX, doing production graphics in a printing company, and trying to figure out my next move. I was 35 years old and completely lost.
My portion of our shared assets came to about $5,000. I used $2,000. of it to pay off my truck and decided to just leave; sell everything that wasn’t important, say goodbye to the few friends I had left and head out into the world.
I had always wanted to be near the ocean. Summers spent in Corpus Christi, TX had always made me dream of a small place near the big water; a slow-moving, gentle town full of friendly smiles, laid-back folks, bare feet, cold beer, sea gulls and calm. Like a character in a Jimmy Buffett song, I wanted to lose myself in an ocean-side hideaway, to start fresh on the second half of my life. I wanted the salt air to sweep my past away.
Long story short: I ended up in Charleston, SC. Worked for a while in an art supply store before starting up my own graphics studio with some friends, new friends, as partners. I met a gorgeous blonde college professor, got re-married, and had a kid shortly before I hit the big 4-0. My new bride was originally from St. Simons Island, GA, which turned out to be the town of my Margaritaville fantasies (even though it’s rapidly becoming an overdeveloped summer community for rich folks from Atlanta).
Nowadays we live in Jacksonville, FL, just about 5 miles from the ocean. I work as a stay-at-home dad full time, and an artist/illustrator/graphic designer when I have any time left over. My work hangs in several galleries, my wife happily teaches at a local university, and my son is quickly becoming a golden beach boy.
My life prior to leaving Austin seems like a movie, a really shitty movie, I saw a long time ago rather than my own past. Without jumping into the deep end and hoping for the best, I don’t think I ever would’ve found my true place in life.