For those of you playing along, if you guessed Florida, you’d be right! After 4 years, I’m finally back home in sunny Florida, and I am over the moon. I knew I was a little homesick, but I didn’t realize just how much I missed my family and my home state. The husband got a lovely little promotion with required relocation down here (“oh gee, you want to pay me more but we’d HAVE to move to Fl? wellllll, I guess we can do that, if we have to, ugh” <while high-fiving each other gleefully>). Though my company wasn’t necessarily happy to see me go, they’ve been quite generous in allowing me to go remote on a trial basis – so basically, if I can keep on selling, I can keep on working – yay!
So yeah, I’m pumped. We are currently house hunting, which is less fun than I thought it would be. I thought I was beyond prepared with my previous experience as a real estate rental agent and all the hours spent watching House Hunters, but I forgot that a 3 bedroom/2 bathroom move-in ready mini farm on 5 acres is pricey within city limits.
In addition, the hubs and I are having to take a little break on the whole wedding bliss thing. He’s four hours away staying with relatives and working, and I’m crashing with my parents. On one hand, it’s awesome because I get to hang out with my mom, live rent free, and basically pretend I’m 16 again. On the other hand, it’s like I’m 16 again – bleh. I need to find friends and rediscover the joys of happy hour again, stat!
Speaking of friends, if you’re reading this, please know that I miss you all SO much – but not enough to stay