On the right path…

Most of you know, I married a Brit. (Yes, good move I know)  Lol. This wonderful British man introduced me to his PREVIOUS all time favorite TV show, Top Gear, obviously from England. It was a show about cars; the latest, the fastest, the most efficient etc. but it’s wasnt. It wasn’t just about cars and this is why I fell in love with the show too. It was about the friendship and true comradery of the three hosts, Jeremy ClarksonRichard Hammond and James May created over the years. Now if you too were an avid fan or you just existed in the world this past year or so, you know the recent “events” of the BBC and the Boys which has now transpired in Amazon Prime helping the guys create their own show, The Grand Tour on their own terms allowing them to do what they do best; be themselves. 

Yesterday, my Brit and I were 2 out of 2000. And that 2000 were out of 1.2 million people. People who applied to Amazon Prime to be picked to be part of the filming of the opening sequence of the first show of the The Grand Tour to be released Nov. 18th. Today, I am still speechless of how fantastic the whole experience was. We were taken to into the desert of Apple Valley, CA by transport of 36 school buses. No one was allowed cell phones or cameras as it was all top secret. It was so nice to have 2000 people being present. Not looking down at the phone posting and tagging. Interacting and participating “creating a little bit of history” as they quoted. Yes, this was a massive outdoor spectacular TV “set” but it wasn’t. It felt like a private party with crazy amazing one of kind cars, art peices, classics cars, creations on 2 wheels, 4 wheels, acrobats, stilt walkers and great music, by Jeremy’s favorite band, Hot House Flowers. But the best part of this “party” were the hosts. We were told in the pre-letter describing the event that the Boys would be walking around mingling with everyone. We thought, ya, we will see them once and briefly. Nope. Jeremy, Richard and James were around the whole day. Sometimes together, other times alone and just walking up to folks saying hi! It was so lovely. So of course, we met them each separately and we even had a small chat. I had to let them know I had imported my hubby from their homeland which made a chuckle and then straight away they each recognized his accent of another countryman. It was sweet. This intimacy and personable welcome was also extended to the production of the whole crew of this incredible event. We were offered tons of water all day as so no one got dehydrated, fed a yummy food truck lunch of our choice and provided sun cover in a massive tent to beat the heat between shots. But I must say the best part was we actually felt important in the filming of this sequence. We, the audience were “the bit” We were the important part to create the story, to create the excitement and joy that the Boys are back; strong, silly and up to their no good awesome nonsense as usual. They pulled out all the stops by ending the shoot with an truly amazing finale which you will just have to watch on Nov 18th! 

I can’t forget to mention how watching this show helped me get an insight to my husband as we were recently married. The British are a whole kettle of different fish than, us, Americans. Through the watching the interactions between Jeremy, Richard, and James, I actually I understood my new British husband in a whole new light. The dry humor, the smart wit and the obsession with “a bit of crumpet” (wink, wink) has made me love my newly found Brit even more. 

So for us, yesterday was a Facebook lifetime event. It represented us as a couple living our life on our terms as are the boys through their reserrection out of the ashes and into the The Grand Tour

Full circle and new circles

This may well be my last Scubamoon post. Sadly. We have so much going on and we are both going in so many new and exciting directions, I really feel like Scubamoon blog may be at its end. Notice I just said Blog. Scubamoon will re-surface, “she” will not die or fade away. She has too much life. Too much great information. Too many amazing photos by philclarkephotography.com Too many stories to be told. Too many great people. Too many dives logged. So don’t not worry, we will keep you posted. 

So on that note, we truly have come full circle geographically. We have chosen to move back to Newport Beach. In our same apartment complex even. Why not? We love it here. Ocean. Sun. Cool breezes. Good healthy food. Hiking. Biking. Walking along the Back Bay which is a 10 mile bird sanctuary surrounding water that is a 5 minute walk from our apartment. We have water views. How many times did I mention water? Lol. Alot of friends or even just Facebook acquaintances have asked us point blank, why the heck did you move to Texas? What was THAT about? Money. It was all down to getting a job and income ASAP. Yes, a good reason but not when everything your gut is screaming “that’s not right!” But live and learn. Everything happens for a reason. And this time the reason is awesome. Georgia is starting Georgia Clarke Design. I am going out on my own to do my own tile design business and will eventually do all interior design. Everyone has always asked me if I was the boss, was this my company, am I the owner? It’s about time I am. Website will be live September 30, 2016, georgiaclarkedesign.com

Please check me out! I can work from afar or close by. I do small jobs and big jobs. Whatever and wherever anyone needs tile. My 12 years in the business has given me the confidence and excitement to create my own reality. Work is no longer what is was before for me. I am no longer than 9-depending on someone else and making them a lot of money.  

It will be hard. I know this. I have been told this, by everyone. But if you don’t try in life, you can’t succeed, right? It will be amazing when things come together as it will be all from my and my lovely hubby’s hard work. As usual, he is right there by my side supporting me, helping me, keeping me from freaking out and loving me. 

So there you have it.

Life as a “truckers”wife, temporarily

Yes, we are temporarily living life as truckers on the road. Lol. But seriously, as we are driving a 26′ truck with a car carrier attached extending our length to around 36′. So, simple things such as parking, stopping for a toilet break or food and fueling up is completely different than car traveling. It’s this whole other world you would never experience unless you are in a big truck like we are. First of all, we only fuel at real TRUCK stops. Due to our 12’7″ height and we only take diesel, we line up with all those 18 wheelers to fuel up. Yes, those massive trucks that wiz by you on the road when you’re driving. Those guys are our friends now. We aren’t quite as big but we have to play like we are. Lol. Thank god my British husband has extensive skills and truck driving being one of them. In his previous drainage career, he drove 18 tons flex line. I have no idea what it is either but I know it’s big. Really big. When he suggested we just do the move ourselves to save money, I thought, sure, no big deal, I have moved myself tons before driving Uhaul etc. But when he said we needed the 26′ rental truck, I said no way. Good thing I trust him cause we filled every inch of that truck and thank god he knows how to drive it and drive it well. We have had stupid cars cut us off, a serious squawl come out of no where and  just having to drive the whole way since I’m a scardy cat to drive it. I want to, but I’m scared. Maybe I’ll do a loop in an empty parking lot. 

My job is co pilot. I anticipate my pilots every need at any given moment. Water, caffeine, updating him on Facebook action, making playlists of music to keep us going, snacks, taking the photos since he’s driving, basically keeping him entertained and awake. It’s a busy job! No sleeping for me. 

Accommodations. Every day before we reach our daily destination, I have to call ahead to hotels to make sure they have a big enough parking lot. We finally discovered La Quinta hotels are hotels for truckers so now we just go to one of them. I had never heard of them before this trip. 

The people and lifestyles we are experiencing are truly unique. Traveling is so great for that. Cowboys in line with us at Sub Way whilst we get our tuna subs for lunch. Guys with rugged leather holsters holding their bright silver revolvers at breakfast early this am. And now, meeting a waitress who is still going strong at 76 years old in a classic American diner at the truck stop and she asks us how we met! And that is a story in itself. Lol. 

Flying on Father’s Day 

We are flying today on Father’s Day to Boston to go celebrate my dad’s life with all his friends and our whole family on Tuesday, the first day of summer which my dad requested. It will be wonderful and absolutely awful all at the same time. It’s just true. Who wants to actually accept that he is no longer with us? I don’t. 

The good news is we fly today in his honor as he travelled a lot both in business and pleasure and to keep us from freaking out! We haven’t flown anywhere for 6 weeks. After traveling for 18 months, one of my main concerns of being able to settle down “permanently” is dealing with the withdraws of getting on planes, trains and automobiles. We know this life. This is how we stared our marriage. It’s comfortable, familiar, like being home since we made it our type of home for so long. So it feels good to be getting away. The deal we made with each other and with my job is we need to be able to travel. We must go diving and actually, Dallas is perfect for that. It’s a major international hub for American Airlines and then close to Mexico, Carribbean, and Central America, so this makes us happy. We are going to dive Isla de Mujeres, Mexico over the Fourth of July. Thank god. It’s been too long. Not good to keep “fish” out of water. I informed my boss that my holidays revolve around what season the manta rays, whalesharks and whales are migrating. She laughed and said ok! The best news is those times are opposite to my busy sales season, here we come Galapagos in January! 

But back to my dad, today just sucks. Because I miss him. Because everyone on FB is wishing their dads,Happy Father’s Day and this is the first for us, without him. I know this is just part of life but nothing prepares you for the yucky sad intense feeling of loss. I can’t imagine how my mom feels. I think about her all the time. Having just found the love of my life, I treasure every minute even in the not as good minutes. People say to us all the time that they don’t understand why or how we can spend every minute together, but we can. We do. We want to. We are that couple and proud of it. I think it’s something called gratitude. Grateful to have found each other, although later in life than we might have imagined. But better late than never. And thus I am also forever grateful for the love, support, and connection I had with my dad, maybe not as long lived as I wish, but better than not at all. 

Happy Father’s Day, Dad, ⚓️

I love you and miss you dearly❤️

Life, yes that thing! 

Life is a funny thing. You can be on a small tiny island in the middle of South East Asia, i.e. third world country, with no technology or modern comforts or in a big city of lights and modern luxuries, life is all the same. Just small details making the difference. Believe me I have experienced it. However you perceive your life is where ever you are. 

What is the point of all of lives? We work to pay for the things we need and we want. Truly, I think it is that simple.Yes, some of us are very lucky to work in doing what we love and still make money, but most of us don’t. Most of us, work to pay the living costs, the beer for the weekend, the once a year vacation or the gorgeous high heels we saw at Nordstrom’s the other day and oh, the dog food. So, my question is, is that enough? Should there be more? It’s feels like there should be or am I just complicating and over thinking? I guess you would say it’s all relative. It’s how you approach life. It’s what is important to you. It’s what you want out of life. I can’t help thinking that there is more. I feel like there must be more. But my problem right now is I don’t know what that more is. Do I like my work? Yes, I do. Am i good at it? Yes, I am. Does it fill me with personal pride and joy? Not really. Can I make decent money? Yes, eventually. Will that be enough? I don’t think so. There’s this thing that lingers over my head, sits on my shoulders and cries out every once awhile saying, what are you doing? This is not it! But I say back to that voice, I need this right now and I haven’t gotten a clue what you are talking about. I’m hoping and praying that following my gut, my instincts and doing the things outside of my “work” that I love will bring me to that place. Cause right now, I’m just lucky enough to like what pays the bills. So I am grateful, but I just know that this just isn’t the end. 

Who would of thought, Dallas! 

Who would of thought, Dallas! 

I know you are all thinking in your head, Georgia and Phil are settling in Dallas, Texas? We are as surprised as you. Lol. One of the most important personal skills, I learned from traveling and being on the road for 18 months is TRUST your instincts. Trust yourself. I’m talking about that tiny voice that pops up and says the opposite of what you want to say, do, or even think. That guy! That’s your inner spirit, your soul talking to you, your true self and your guide to how you are going to feel more self fulfillment, peace, love and satisfaction in your life. It’s not what you have done or what you have, it’s how you make the choices to follow your true self. When you make decisions that are in line with yourself, the world opens. Opportunities in business, personal and spiritual come flooding in, like a river floating you in the perfect direction to slowly, but surely to fulfill your destiny. The reason you are here and what you are destined to do on this earth. 

How does all this relate to Dallas? Well, I can’t exactly answer that just yet, because we haven’t even spent a night in our new apartment. But I feel it. It’s in my heart. And I followed my gut. I knew I loved my career of  tile design sales, helping people make their homes beautiful with gorgeous artful tile. I knew who I wanted to work for, a company I have admired for years. And most importantly, Phil and I knew we wanted to make a fresh start in a place we both had not lived in or even been to. We are not the people we were before we left in October 2014. So with those 3 things, there was an opening of a new busy showroom for Artistic Tile in Dallas, Texas and I snagged it. 

The second part of it all is as you know my dad just recently passed, and his mother, Ester who I never knew lived in Dallas for most of her life with her second husband, Lester.  All I really know about her is that she was a beautiful woman and an interior designer. My dad gave me some of her work from RISD years ago which I treasure. So I am having this intense spiritual draw to Dallas because it was always this unknown area of my dad’s family history. Stories of our families garment business making the first uniforms for the airline stewardesses. Comments about how wonderful Lester was and my grandmother was so happy with him. Photos of my older sisters playing in the tourquoise pool in Dallas. I just can’t help thinking she knows we  are here and that my dad smiling as well happy we have chosen Dallas as our new home. 

Where do we live, now? 

Where do we live, now?

That’s the question right now. The answer is……We have no idea!! Lol. We are flying into Boston tonight and going to stay with my mom for a quick visit whilst I figure out where and who I want to/ can get a job with in the tile world.  We could really move anywhere in the States. But when you start adding up what qualities of life, weather, finiancial, and lifestyle you want, the choices actually minimize. 

Sun with warmth, but not high humidity. Good employment. Beaches. Healthy. Yoga. Environmentally conscious. Art/photography. Community. Reasonable housing. Pet friendly. Outdoor lifestyle year round. 

Where is that place I just described? Well, honestly California is where we are drawn to. I have lived there more of my life than anywhere else. Twenty-two years. Thirteen years in Southetn California and before that nine years in San Francisco. You could almost say I’m a California girl. Lol. I think I am 3/4 West coast and 1/4 East coast. So now, as all Californians are very familiar with, we are faced with the never ending battle between Northern vs Southern California. They both have alot going for them. But in very, very different ways. The tricky thing which I have realized in our 18 months of traveling and living in different parts of the world, we, my husband and I are extremely adaptable. We have a varied range of interests that sometimes almost contradict each other. For example, we love dressing up in fashionable nice clothing for a nice dinner out but then you could also put us in almost nothing and leave us on a tropical island and we would be happy. And yes, we are particular, maybe even picky, but isn’t it better to know what you like and don’t and do something about it? This life only comes around once, so live true to your heart passions. 

So where does this leave this post? In limbo. Waiting for the clues to bring us to our truth. Following leads and contacts. Talking with my tile world contacts. Putting this post on Facebook if anyone has ideas/opportunities they want to share with me. Keeping myself open and fluid to trust my intuition on which job would be best suited for the person I have become. I am not the same Georgia I was 18 months ago. I have only understood this in the past month or so. The vast amount of exposure to the different cultures, languages, local customs, friends, acquaintances, housing arrangements, food, beverages, bodies of water, modes of transportation, currencies, fashion, land formations, outdoor activities, and out of my comfort zone experiences have formed a different me. I’m still Georgia. But my mind and soul has been stretched, smoothed, lifted, and strengthened. What will that bring? I have no idea. But when I do, I will be sure to let you know. 

I keep thinking this blog will have to end but it seems to keep going. I think that’s s good thing. It means I am still exploring. Exploring life and living it to my truth. My life has never been simple or quiet, why stop now? Although, we are ready for a bit of quiet and settling down, where? Your guess is as good as mine.