It's taken me a while, but I finally got used to the daytime temps in the eighties, and the different style of life down here.
Still living with my parents; but we've settled into a comfortable routine like we had when I was in high school. It's ironical, but we had to move to a different climate before the late 20's adult child returning to the nest cliché became a reality. Actually, we have no conflicts or rough spots. It's kind of nice to be in the daughter role again, but with some modifications, like no curfew.
Right now I am on the wait staff at a local restaurant. It's hard work; but Floridians tip well. I think my accent may help -- I
ve gotten the nickname "Fargo" because I sound like I
m from the movie. Yah! Daddy is not thrilled that my costume is short shorts and a tee, but at least we don't wear heels. That would be tacky.
I'm seeing someone now, but where it is going to go is unknown.
Daddy got a small boat with outboard motor for fishing.
I got a two-piece swimsuit; but need to lose some muffin top.
I'm working up my nerve to visit Miami, but have to get over being intimidated by its size and traffic.
Hope you are doing well. Or maybe I should say you all.