So here I am. Living in Florida. Have been for a month now.
HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!?!?
Wait...I know how it happened: beer. Stupid, foamy beer. Lowers one's inhibitions and makes them thinks things like living in Florida is a good idea.
Let this be a lesson to you, kids.
Needless to say, Florida and I have gotten off to a bit of a contentious beginning.
The road trip down wasn't bad. Except for Fat Cat biting me twice in a Massachusetts rest stop, John Oliver making me terrified of bridges (the worst episode ever to watch the night before one was scheduled to drive over the Tappan Zee Bridge), the Gator Girl's anxiety-induced diarrhea the second night, and Big's third morning nosebleed that made the hotel room look like a set from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the entire trip was on the verge of boring.
Then we arrived in Florida. Now, in the interest of fair and balanced reporting (ha!), I need to mention that The Man, the dogs, the cats are all just fine, and seem to be adjusting nicely. Enjoying themselves, even.
Then there's me. Me, who hates change. And heat. And humidity. Among other things.
Since we got here, I have felt off-balance. I can't get my bearings, I can't get my feet under me. I sincerely hope that this feeling dissipate, and soon. Until then, I am in serious "Fake It Until You Make It" mode.
So here now, for your reading pleasure, is a list of...
Things I Like About Florida:
1. The beach isn't too far away. I think I've been to the beach more in the last month than the last 5 years put together. I do like the beach. (Of course, I'm still unemployed at the moment. Thinking a day job will cut into my going-to-the-beach time. Stupid day jobs.)
2. The library set-up is nice. I have a library card that allows me to check out books from any library in the county. And there are a lot of libraries—I've been to two thus far. There's at least five more. One is just over a mile from my house. I do like libraries.
3. The area grocery stores have excellent bakeries that have excellent cake. I do like cake.
4. ...C'mon, c'mon, think! You can't have just three things!
5. Oh! I have a mailbox. Like, at the end of my driveway. It's been years since I've had a mailbox at the end of my driveway. At home, the town snowplow would hit my mailbox every single winter, and I wouldn't find it until two months later when the snow melted. It was usually three houses down by then. Eventually, we gave up with the mailbox and moved to a PO Box. Now I have an actual mailbox again.
6. And speaking of things being delivered to my house instead of me having to go get them, there are actual restaurants here that will deliver actual food right to your actual door. We never had any delivery back home. Here. when you call to place an order. they just assume that they're bringing it to you.
So, yeah. That's what I've got thus far.
I'm attempting to get things back to normal as best I can, and that includes blogging. This poor blog has been woefully neglected during this entire process—not to mention how many of your posts I've missed out on. I want to do better. Starting this week. I can't promise I'll be wildly successful (I've been writing this post for weeks now...), but I'm going to give it my best shot.
Thanks for stopping by today. It's much appreciated.