You know, I never meant to stay in Fresno forever. Fresno was the gateway to California - inexpensive compared to Boston, close to Kim, relatively close to family, limited worry about weather (oh look! a cloud! it must be winter!), and you know...I didn't have to work.
But without something to organize my day around, I become the world's laziest human and so about two months after we got to Fresno I went to work. In a job I was significantly over-qualified for. And I didn't like that no one cared about my opinion or did what I said. Two years later I was the Manager of my department, two years after that Director, and then two years after that...well. Senior Director.
I know, right? Isn't that crazy? Senior Director over two companies? Like, whoa.
I really want to do a good job. Like, I REALLY, really want to be the best at my job.
A little more than six weeks ago I loaded up the dogs, what I could fit in my Escape, and my step-mom (okay, so she USED to be married to my dad, is the mom to my sisters, and is probably more MOM than step-ANYTHING to me, but GOOD LORD modern families are difficult to describe) and drove across country.
Dogs in hotel the first night when we were in Palm Springs. Yes, it was a pink room. It was awesome. The dogs were awesome. Everything was awesome.
I'm in temp housing now. Hoping we'll settle on a house to rent soon because the dogs have been troopers but I would like all of my clothes and makeup back. Along with my books. And my yarn. And my fiber. And my spinning wheel. And I can't have those things back until they're in Orlando and as accommodating as the people at the hotel have been (I'm in an extended stay kind of situation. I have a small kitchen and a crock pot and a coffee maker and so there's all that) I would like a house please.
This is the dogs being troopers. Okay, well, in the interest of full disclosure they were waiting for me to share my empanadas with them. I did share the empanadas. I did not share my beer. What I've learned about these dogs is that in any situation, they'll be cool as long as I'm there. Their ability to be sweet, funny, charming, and still good fur people is a lesson to all of us in adaptability. Well, okay, at least me.
So now I am here and boss of all the things and all I do is work and dog. I go to work, I go to dogs. I go back to work. I go back to dogs. (There's a lot more money in my bank account now because I don't shop anymore. I work and dog.) I know that it won't always be all work and dog, but for now that's what it is and I really, REALLY want to do a good job.
(I am tired. Really, really tired.)
But I am very tired here in Orlando and you know what? I really like this city. I like how much pride people have in living here. I like the vibrant downtown and that the people who live here value the old along with the new. I like that I've found a great yarn store (the Black Sheep) that's also dog friendly (when all you do is sleep and dog, anywhere you go has to be friendly to one of those things).
An Imperial and my knitting at Mucho Tequila Bar in downtown Orlando last Sunday afternoon. Was really nice.
So anyway - I live in Orlando now. With dogs, and with Mike when he can get here (soon it'll be more often), and with work and my sisters, and it all feels like it will be okay, even if I'm a little at sea right now and WORKWORKWORK.