It was the Bahamas property calling and things were picking up steam again. Of course they were... Trav had received clearance to meet BHD and Travis was getting the heads up that BHD would be reaching out to him directly to make all of his travel and schedule arrangements.
Wait.
We knew Travis would need to meet BHD but them handling all travel arrangements was surprising to us and took this trip to another level. In the Twilight Zone of confusion.
Fairly quickly a BHD representative reached out via email and asked if they could contact Travis later that afternoon and verified the cell phone given to them. Travis confirmed he'd be available and we waited. We had so many questions. What was this specific trip about? Would it be the only trip we would get to take before making a decision? Would I be included in this trip or would I need to book separate airfare- at the same time Trav was traveling (and last minute) or at another time together,at our own expense?
At 10pm that evening, Travis's phone lit up with an email, from the BHD team, notifying him that they had been trying to reach out all evening and unfortunately had been receiving a busy signal. They confirmed the number. We panicked. First impressions are everything and this was not a good one. Travis quickly replied, apologizing that there must be an error. We tested his phone several times from other lines, and it seemed to be ringing. Travis gave his office number for the morning, in case that was more convenient, and closed again with another apology. However, his office phone didn't ring the next day.
The following evening around 10p, after dinner and reality television had started to set in, Trav's phone rang with an unknown area code and Travis jumped up nervously, knowing it was BHD. He's like me, and wanders around when he's on the phone, so I couldn't hear what was being discussed but I could tell he was using his best "interview" tone. The call didn't last long and afterwards he filled me in on the bare bones that he was able to obtain. The BHD team was going to coordinate for him to fly to the Bahamas to meet with several people on their team. The quick trip would be 3 days and they needed to know how soon he could make arrangements for travel. They advised they would follow up in the next day or so to review dates. And just like that, the list of questions grew exponentially.
We always knew that we would need to make a trip to the Bahamas prior to making a decision to relocate and in all previous talks, it was mentioned that a trip would be arranged for us to tour the island and meet with realtors. But, since this trip was funded and arranged by the Developer and not Trav's hotel group, would there need to be a separate trip for that crucial trip, in six week's time? Trav didn't want to feel presumptuous by asking his Bahamas hotel team "down the line" type questions regarding steps past this upcoming meeting with BHD. He didn't want to ask BHD these type of direct questions, not completely knowing their role in deciding his fate. We tried to wait it out but the questions were like zombies gnawing on our brains. Travis finally sent an email to his contact in the Bahamas and asked our much needed questions. Would there be another return trip to the Bahamas before making our decision? Her answer was No, this was our one-stop shop. She advised that BHD would probably set us up with a realtor to view properties in our "housing allowance budget" and we would get the opportunity for a "city tour" to get a feel for the local salt life. It was confirmed an uncomfortable amount of time later that I would also be included on this trip. Whew!
Just when it seemed that the stressful loose ends were being tied, Travis received an email noting that he would be receiving flight options the next morning and that he needed to provide passport and DOB information for both of us. We were getting closer to making a decision and we both exhaled in relief. And then, I had a thought that made my heart beat straight out of my chest!
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