Way too much has happened in the last few months for me to even sit down and write anything, but after the tragedies in Orlando, Brexit, Istanbul and a whole host of other depressing things occurring throughout the world, what I wanted to write about seems like small potatoes.
But yes, I am officially not a Floridian anymore. As of yesterday, I am now residing in the Virginia area with a new job in D.C. It’s a new adventure for me, and most importantly, with my missus. We’ve been apart for quite a while now aside from the visits we’ve had between Arlington and Tampa, but now I’ve landed some work and I’ll get to be with her from now on. For those of you in the know, it’s been a grueling experience looking for work in a new state, but the new team seems to like my skills. It’s a new type of job (that’s still related to cancer research) and I’m a bit nervous, but I’m also hoping that my work ethic will pay off and that I can stick around for the long term. Cross your fingers for me please! In reference to my blog, my tag line use to be “the Chicagoan in Florida” but I guess that won’t work anymore. Any ideas for a new tag line would be most welcome indeed.
I’m sad to leave my parents, relatives and pals in the FL, but let’s raise our glasses to some positives here too. Euro is turning out to be one helluva tournament (Wales, Iceland, keep it up) and I’m hoping Arsenal will snag more players since the silly season has officially started. Here’s a big shout out to all my Floridian peeps for their love and support during this trying time and please know that no matter how hard I try to forget y’all, I really won’t. Thank you for being so crazy Florida, and thank you for being such a confounding yet wonderful backdrop for me and the last 9 years of my life.