Our Journey
The Dream That Died
The America I grew up with — where hard work bought you a home and a future — isn’t there anymore. Single-income families became relics. Houses that once cost $200K now crack a million. A dollar barely stretches far enough to buy eggs. Wages flatlined while everything else skyrocketed. The "American Dream" wasn't just broken — it was bulldozed. I wasn’t about to let my family get buried with it. We made the hardest call: we left. We left family, we left friends, because we wanted to see if acceptance and real work-life-balance still existed in the world.
Chasing Stability Across States
We packed up and hit the road. Florida, Texas, California, Virginia — we chased opportunity wherever it flickered. But each move taught the same hard truth: the system wasn’t broken; it was rigged. Built for corporations, not families. Made for those willing to sell out, not those willing to work. But we aren’t quitters. Every setback sharpened us. Every tough choice reinforced what mattered: family, dignity, and grit.
Leaping Across the Ocean
When Amazon Logistics offered a role in Montélimar, France, we didn’t blink. We packed what mattered — and boarded a plane toward a new life. We didn’t speak fluent French. We didn’t have guarantees. But we had something better: the guts to bet on ourselves. Leaving wasn’t giving up. It was choosing to fight smarter, not harder — even if it meant starting over across an ocean.
Building a Life in France
France wasn’t easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. New systems. New culture. New battles. And still, we built a life. I led massive infrastructure projects across 27 remote sites. I navigated leadership without language barriers slowing me down. My kids thrived, picking up French faster than most adults ever could. We didn’t just survive France — we conquered it. It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. And it proved that home isn’t a flag or a language. It’s what you build with your own two hands.
Finding Our Fight in Ireland
Ireland was another fresh start — another battleground. New roles. Bigger challenges. Same old story underneath: biases against the Southern accent, the bigger presence, the directness. I didn’t apologize for it — I leaned into it. I led global teams. I managed multimillion-euro budgets. I built operations that stood the test. And when the system tried to slow me down, I didn’t fold. I outworked, outbuilt, and outlasted.
The Next Horizon: Australia
Now, we’re aiming toward Australia — not chasing fairy tales, but chasing values that feel almost forgotten elsewhere. Hard work. Community. Respect. Australia still feels like a place where a man’s work and heart matter more than the accent in his mouth or the size of his boots. We're not chasing comfort — we’re chasing something real. And wherever we land next, it won’t be luck. It'll be earned, just like everything else.
This isn’t a story about survival. It’s a story about building. About fighting. About never backing down from what matters most.