Seven years ago I did the scariest thing of my life when I packed up all of my things and my dog into my car and drove across the country to start a new adventure in California. Since then I’ve experienced so much more than I ever could have imagined—breakups, lay-offs, promotions, friendships, losses, excitement, loneliness, fires, earthquakes, break-ins, incredible kindness, unthinkable hatred, the most amazing food/concerts/events/cocktails, and some of the most breath-taking scenery I’ve ever seen. I landed an awesome job, found the love of my life, made lifelong friendships, and now it’s time for me to return to my swampy roots.
This weekend I’m packing up my life and driving back to Florida, except this time with a 10-year-old dog and a fiancée. We’re not sure when or where we’ll go next, but this season is all about family, wedding planning (content coming soon!), and reuniting Ziggy with her long-lost sister, Scout (my parents’ dog). It feels like I wrote this post about why I don’t miss Florida just yesterday, but I’m excited, nervous, and ready for all of it (mosquitos and all).
In case you’re curious, here’s a glimpse at my last year in California told one second at a time.
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