PART VI

More doors open up: After figuring I was on the move back to the frozen wasteland of America, I started looking for a place to live and for a job to help with those things that financial aid was not going to cover. At first, I was looking for the smallest place. When the plan changed to get the whole family to move, we started looking for a bigger place. Everything was going to be way too expensive for a college student’s “salary” or all full up. I gave a call to the Rexburg Housing office and they had mentioned that a place had just switched over to married housing from men’s housing and that they had three bedroom apartments open for pretty cheap. We called and secured one of the very few places.

I also started looking for a job and called up people that I may have had connections with. I called up Lance Wickham, who was running the new theatre in Rexburg to see if he knew of any openings. He told me to call back later and he would know better soon. I also called Vanessa, who was a manager of the theatre right next door to the Holiday. She said they were looking into buying the new theatre in town and hoping to put me over there to manage it. Well weeks went by and I didn’t hear from either of them and I even tried calling Ken from Wells Fargo to see about a job at the bank. I didn’t get too far into that. More time passed and I called Lance back and he hadn’t figured out anything yet. Two days before the move I get a call from Vanessa. She asked if I had heard the good news. I told her I hadn’t. She explained that they had bought the Holiday and that they were interested in having me manage that one at night. Crazy! I would be back in Rexburg, managing the same theatre I left but with better upper management. Needless to say I accepted that offer.

Even the moving truck was a miracle. I tried fairly hard to get rid of some extra furniture to help make room in the truck. I had ordered a 12 foot truck with no extras (hand trucks or pads) except for a few extra days. My receipt, which I have a copy of, shows exactly that. When I went to the place to pick it up, the lady gave us the keys and marked a few places on the truck to show some existing dents and scratches. I get out to the truck and it’s in pristine shape and much larger than I had expected. 10 feet to be exact. We got a 22 foot diesel truck with hand cart and pads. We needed it! 12’ would not have been enough room. It appeared to be the only size they had there. We got a free upgrade. Even though it did eat a bit more gas than I had expected, it was a Godsend.