OMG, looking for places is seriously one of the most stressful things to do EVER. I hate doing it, even though I am the most organized person I know. I dislike the planning of looking for places, having to keep everything straight as far as square footage, bedrooms and bathrooms, location, amenities, safety and crime, as well as the cost. Does it have a fenced backyard? Since it’s Florida, what does the outside living space look like? Will we be able to sit in a screened-in porch to save ourselves from mosquitoes and heat or we will we be subjected to the sun as soon as we walk outside and get skin cancer immediately? What shops are around (hint: there’s nothing in Lakeland) and are there good restaurants nearby (hint: Outback and Olive Garden do NOT count as quality eateries, regardless of what the realtor told us)?
Even harder is having to look at places with someone else. Compromise is a pain in the ass. Has anyone told you that? That may be not PC or romantic, but it seriously is. You always have to keep their opinions and thoughts in the mix, even when you hate/love someplace immediately. You can’t crush their spirit by just outright saying, “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.” (This didn’t happen, but there were fleeting moments when both of us just gave each other that look…you know that look. The look that implies, “Please hurry your ass up.”)
There were a few moments I’d like to share with you here. Some extremely high, some low, most meh. Join me, will you? Continue reading
So when we first started this little journey, it was because of me that Florida even came up as an option for jobs. I have been working for the CDC for the last three and a half years, and have been pretty much not fulfilled. I got my Master of Public Health degree from Emory University in 2009 for one main reason: to work in college health. And then the economy tanked and health education jobs went away, POOF, just like that. I kept trying though, over and over again, to keep applying and interviewing. Trying to the point of exhaustion and truly beginning to believe that God did NOT want me to have that type of job.
And then BAM, out of nowhere, Timmy was offered a major job upgrade in Orlando for Olympus surgical sales during a training in Vegas in October. (Seriously, who gets offered a job without ever applying for it!?!) So we moved forward with our plan to move because honestly, I was beginning to hate everything about my hometown. That’s what happens when your frustration levels boil over. We moved out of our cute little condo in Decatur in two weeks, put all of our stuff into a POD, moved myself into my parents’ basement, so Timmy could start work at the beginning of December.
Timmy did some recon and got us a place in Orlando, with plans of me finishing up my work and moving down at the end of January. With no real job prospects in sight for myself, I just planned on chilling, being a housewifey (if you know me, then you realize how dire my need for change was if I was willing to stay at home), and volunteer at Planned Parenthood. We signed a one-year lease on a nice large apartment, in a complex that had bajillions of amenities. Then, things started clicking for me as well. Continue reading
Welcome to From Peaches and Beaches! Here you’ll find our stories, photos, and funny tidbits about our lives as we move from Atlanta and set up our new lives in Florida. True, we don’t live by the beach, but at least we live closer than we ever did in Atlanta.
Things are about to get real crazy, so follow us and stay tuned!
Victoria and Timmy