“Uh…no!” I said as I ran to grab my laptop.
It’s been crazy getting ready for this move, but by the time you read this we will probably be in Florida.
Why? Well, my wife has wanted to do it for years. She never quite got used to Texas. She’s a beach girl, and well…there’s not much water in Dallas. Of course that’s not something I could have said about a week ago. We were giving the tropics a run for their money with all that rain. This is Dallas, though. They’ll be a drought in no time.
But, really, this woman was serious about getting out of here. She had been telling me, for years, that as soon as our teenager graduates high school she wanted to move. Well, June 9th is graduation day. June 10th we’re on the road. This will post on the 11th so we should be seeing palm trees while you’re reading this (Hopefully, someone is reading this).
I can’t say that I was happy about it right from the beginning. The idea of moving terrified me. I’ve done it so many times that I feel like a gypsy. But she was charging forward regardless of what anyone was saying. Every day she was on the house-hunting sites. “What do you think of this one?” became her mantra.
We went to Orlando on vacation and I started to come around. It sure is a lot prettier than Dallas. But, and no offense of course, most places are.
One good thing about moving to Florida is that I’m working on a novel that takes place in the South Pacific during World War Two. I can sit out in my back yard and gaze at the tropical looking surroundings and feel as though I’m there. It’s Orlando and not the jungles of New Guinea, of course. But still, as I sit out back in my yard surrounded by palm trees, sweating in the humidity and fighting off the mosquitos, it will help to put me in the moment. The pages will almost drip with perspiration!
So, off we go on a new adventure. I hope we can stay for a while. The wagon is getting worn out.