It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Mostly that is because I think I utterly exhausted my brains and will in making the decision to move to Florida, cut back to part-time, and go to school for massage therapy. All of that just plump wore me out.
But now the decision is made. And I’m here. In Florida. I tried to be here last week, but Hurricane Irma had different plans for me. Tim and I drove down here on the 4th, unpacked our stuff into our apartment and then promptly packed an overnight bag and drove right back to Iowa. It was Tuesday. The storm was forecasted to hit Sunday. Yet all the stores were already out of water. It scared the shit out of us, to be honest. We are used to dealing with tornadoes, but huge storms in a state with like 3 roads that you can use to exit the state sounded like a nightmare.
So we chose the lesser nightmare and drove the 19 hours back to Iowa.
It was weird going back home again, especially after I already said goodbye to all my friends, family, and coworkers, only to return about 4 days later. HEY! Guess what! I’m baaaaack!
People were actually pretty understanding. They often echoed a thought that was ricocheting around in my head a TON – “Um, maybe this is a sign?”
And, see, this is where I get utterly confused about this whole dharma/life purpose thing. I thought I was watching signs and signals and felt as if this path was chosen for me. But then, a category 5 hurricane started hurtling toward me. Talk about mixed messages.
But, I guess, that just because you are following your dharma, does not mean you will not have tribulations. In the Bible God was always sending his people on missions and quests that were horribly inconvenient and resulted in tons of annoyances and discomforts. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do because you gotta do it and because you know that by doing so, the world will become just a little bit better, and that makes all the difference.
So I decided, after a lot of internal tortuous dialogue, to not cancel all of my plans and aspirations. I came back. I’m here. Now.
I haven’t had much time to reflect/absorb/adjust yet. Granted, it’s only Day 1. I was madly unpacking, buying groceries, getting an oil change, cleaning, cooking food, etc. Maybe perhaps I was a little bit numbing with busyness. But that’s OK.
To close, here are the things that are good about this decision so far:
- The people I have encountered here so far are super friendly and helpful. Had THE most helpful guy at the Take 5 Oil Change place today.
- We found a super cute breakfast joint on the super cutely named road, Sunset Point, and my breakfast was only 6.50.
- The St. Petes/Clearwater airport is only 15 minutes from our apartment. From there you can, for a mere $60-$80, fly directly back to Moline, IL, which is 15 minutes from our house.
- I am becoming more resourceful. No ladle? Use a cup! No lids for my pot? Use tin foil! No bed? Sleeping bags and blankets on the floor!
- I saw a snake on the sidewalk in front of my apartment, and I only jumped 2 feet and did not scream.
So, that’s it for Day 1. Hope you are having tons of interesting adventures, and thanks for reading!