Hello from FL!

Hi!  Before I get any grief for being MIA for the last few months, cut me some slack...I've been busy quitting my job, moving to FL and MOVING IN WITH GOLFER.  Yes, the 'golfer' I've been dating for over a year and met on Match.com. (Seriously, who would've thought when I started that nightmare adventure...this is where I'd be?) It's been a HUGE adjustment period for me the last couple of months, so I'm glad to be back doing something I enjoy (yes, blogging).  

First of all, the house I grew up in went up for sale on Valentine's Day, talk about heartbreak!  I knew it was coming, my parents divorce was almost final and that was the last thing they had to do before they could go their separate ways, but that didn't make it hurt any less.  Then after 8 years of being 'separated' (I use the term loosely because they lived together)...so the end of February closed that chapter in my life.  

In March a great opportunity seemed to find me, it was an entry level position on a client services team in a private wealth management company IN MIAMI (perfect, golfer was moving off of Key Largo in May, so we'd be closer together) I had multiple interviews and at the end of April went down for a 4 1/2 hour interview with the entire team. (Meanwhile, golfer and I had decided it would make sense to live together when I moved, so this trip was not only the final interview, but our anniversary trip AND our apartment hunting trip).  We found the perfect apartment for us and left Miami each feeling hopeful.  

A week later, I quit my job.  My boss had hired a temp to prove a point and even though she was completely incompetent (and I'm being generous with that) he continued to give her my work and I continued to sit there and do nothing, and this Miami gig seemed like it was all but official, so I quit.  Two days after I quit, I found out the Miami company went with another candidate (which is an entirely different story, because I was told by multiple people there were no other candidates).  I was crushed to say the least.  I had never been so excited for the possibility of change in my entire life and everything seemed to be going SO well and next thing I know there is a slight glitch in my plan.  Of course panic set in (I had just signed my first lease and found myself unemployed) but I still kind of felt a sense of relief, if that makes any sense at all;  the stress of my family and my job were gone and for the first time in 14 years, I was able to focus on me. 

Well, I'm now a 'stay-at-home' girlfriend in Miami and have A LOT of "me time"....maybe a little too much. But it's being spent making the apartment feel like home, going to the gym, looking for a job and laying by the pool (not necessarily in that order).

Tomorrow I'll fill you in on what life is like once you go from long distance relationship to roommates...