As many of you probably know, my husband, and I moved to Florida just under a month ago. While any move is stressful, this one was especially so. We were both born and raised in East Tennessee, and we were leaving everything we knew. Not that I don’t love Florida, it’s an amazing place to live and I’m happy to be here. The move, however was Murphy’s Law in action—whatever could go wrong probably did. Right up to the climatic arrival at our new home and the realization a lot of our things had been stolen during the move.
That was difficult enough, but when I realized I had to face some hard truths about myself, it was a humbling, and terrifying, moment. The three big truths I had to face were: 1) I push too hard. I have physical and emotional limits that I ignore on a regular basis. I feel I have to do whatever needs to be done, no matter how hard, or whether I will be hurt in the doing. Which leads to: 2) It is almost impossible for me to ask for help. It would have been in my best interest to ask for help at several points during the moving process, but I didn’t. Even after we got here, it was incredibly hard to ask my daughter (who lives in Florida) to take me to the emergency room. I spent three days there due to screwed up electrolytes, exhaustion, and stress. I’m better now, but still facing the issue of needing help. 3) I don’t allow even those closest to me to really see the difficulties I face on a daily basis. I don’t want to be seen as “lesser than” other people. I just want to fit in and be like everybody else. Which, of course, sets me up to overdo and get overwhelmed. I definitely have some things to work on.
Why am I sharing this? Because I know there are others out there like me. People with physical, emotional, or mental issues who spend their lives trying to pretend that they are just like everybody else, that they can do or handle anything anybody else can. Learn from me, don’t push too hard. Too hard and things can collapse around you. You won’t be able to pretend then.
Sorry I haven’t posted the last few days. My husband and I have been in Florida. No, not a vacation, unfortunately. This was a serious search for a new place to live near Jacksonville, where our youngest daughter and family are now living. I learned a few things from this trip, and I thought I’d share.
- It’s amazing how many apartment complexes require you to be 62 or older. Not there yet, even if I feel like it sometimes.
- Many places only allow one dog and we have two. They’re Dachshunds, and together they’re the size of a regular dog, but nobody would budge.
- The only apartments available are on the second floor.
On the other hand:
- Most complexes have exercise rooms
- They people are nice
- They don’t close the swimming pools in the winter
As for the area in general:
- Jacksonville is much easier to navigate than Atlanta
- Most places are easier to navigate than Atlanta
- The traffic lights on San Jose are the longest in the country, if not the world
- There are ponds everywhere, and I always wonder what lurks in the things
- Out in the country, it’s DARK at night
- Every road in the area has at least 2 names
It’s going to be hard leaving the state I grew up in a lived all my life, but I’m rapidly falling in love with Florida. Would you expect any less of a romance writer?