Sunshine State

So, my time here in the OC of FL may be coming close to an end. In just a few short weeks (ok, eight days, but who's counting?), I will be eligible to start applying for transfers within my company. You all know that I could be a senior member of the Orlando Haters Club, but, strangely enough, lately, I have been feeling more positive about being here. (Don't freak out. This is not my way of saying that I am going to stay here. Don't freak out. That means you, Slice.) Because I suspect that I will soon be back to my regular state of disdain for all things Orlando, I have decided to compile a list of stuff I like about being here.

The weather. (Surprise, surprise, you didn't see that one coming, did you?) A little over a week ago I left the gym a few hours before I boarded a plane to chilly DC and as I stepped out into the 70 degree evening I thought to myself, "Heaven. Pure Heaven." You know those cold sleety days that happen at least once a week between October and March up North? They don't happen here. Ever.

Driving. I like having a car. True, I miss walking most places, but I love my convertible. And I love that it is mine. And I love that it provides a place for me to sing at the top of my lungs. And I don't miss sitting next to gross/creepy/scary strangers on public transportation. (Yes, quasi, he was a fellow human being, but you said yourself that you wish he hadn't chosen to sit right next to you.)

The largest McDonald's in the world and the drunken amusement it has provided me over the past few years.

My job. I have definitely learned a lot.

Finding my way in a city where I only knew two people. And we all know how social H & J8888 are.

Being closer to my mom geographically.

Experiencing what it is like to be defined by where I went to school. I know I have covered this in previous posts, but do you know how many times I have been referred to as "my Georgetown grad" by my boss? Hoya Saxa, kids. Hoya Saxa.

Being closer to my Tampa friends. My girls (shhh...its a secret sort of friendship) and the hilarity that seems to take place whenever we go out. The Core. My Otown native (imaginary?) pal who will sacrifice part of his Superbowl Sunday to perform a mitzvah with me.

Ok, I am starting to get a little sappy and I feel like I am giving some sort of acceptance speech. I think I need to go to bed.