When you go outside, you might not notice anything unusual. It is July, it is summer, therefore: it's hott. (That's two T's) You'd think all there is to life out here at this point is jumping in the van and hitting the beach for the cooler temps. Maybe you find someone who has a pool or, failing that, a pool at their apartment complex. Bullshit them, bother them, do whatever it takes. Everyone feels better after a swim, especially at night. Later, you can drink beer and eat pizza and watch The Honeymooners at full volume and laugh. Call it a day.
But this time of year, there are tectonic plates of deals going on underneath your feet. All of the big deals are planned well in advance, you remember. While the majority are on vacation (and, in all honesty, where you'd rather be) there are a handful that are in control. They are spinning wheels for the future. And this is where we are.
I added up the vacation bill from last summer, and it was a doozy. If you count a needed trip to the great white north, it was 5 locations, hotels, gas, flights on small planes. That's the golden life. But there's always two sides to a coin. And when you're trying to get deals going, it would be brazen to hit the road at this point. Others might not understand, but fuck them. They spent your tax dollars long ago. If these things hit, we're on the move. That takes equal prep.
If it doesn't...why even think that way? There will be more deals. And if life is one long vacation, which is what it should be, isn't it worth working for the ocean front room? Make it happen.
