For several years, I have been talking about escaping the clutches of Miami. Eight and a half years ago, I moved here thinking I would be around ONLY for a couple of years. I have spent most of my life bouncing around from place to place with ease thinking I would continue on like that. My friends and family are shocked that I have lasted in one place this long. To be honest, I have tried to move many many many times, but there must be an invisible wall that has trapped me. Believe me, trapped is the right word for this.
Next week, we have a great shot at breaking those restrictive shackles. My excitement about the prospect is impossible to hide. Steve, my husband, is going to be in Houston all week. He has four very promising interviews set up and at least one company that has asked to meet with him, but has not set a time yet. He is also going to check out rental houses (for the first year).
If you know me, you’ll know that I am driving myself insane with the planning & scheming & crossing my fingers & holding my breath & so on & so forth. When I REALLY want something, I am just impossible to be around.
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