Archive for June 15th, 2011
Five years ago today I moved to Florida. In some ways it doesn’t seem possible that it’s been that long. But when I think about how far I’ve come since then, it actually feels quite a bit more distant.
At the time I was almost overwhelmed with excitement. It had been less than a month since I graduated with my Masters, and here I was being paid to move to Florida for my dream internship. With my new fiancé due to move down in two months, I was looking at a full summer of beach bumming. I remember feeling like I was taking charge of my life, becoming the man I had always envisioned. It was beyond liberating.
My roommate Bill and I packed my car full and pointed it Southeast. Bill couldn’t drive a stick, so I spent 16 hours driving over that Thursday and the following Friday. On Saturday, we sat on the floor of my seventh floor condo drinking beer while we watched the movers unload my belongings. I felt like an insufferable little shit, and I loved it. We spent the rest of that weekend at the beach, acting like a couple of ocean starved Midwesterners. On Sunday, Bill flew back to St. Louis and I spent the evening preparing to start my internship the next day.
This was the first time living outside of Missouri, and I could tell the difference right away. Even the act of moving across the country was relatively pleasant and positive for me. I knew that this was where I was supposed to be and when I was supposed to be there. Florida, thanks so much for embracing me; I still miss you!