Living In The Sunshine State

I left Indiana on the 26th of April. It was cold and rainy. In fact, it was cold and rainy for the next eight or so hours, until I had reached south Georgia. Soon after passing through Atlanta, I could track my progress by watching the thermometer on my truck. The temperature slowly rose until it reached 85 degrees and I reached Tampa.

I've been here over a week now. I love the weather and the sunshine. I've started my new job and it shows promise. I'm stuck in a hotel for now. It's equal parts boring and lonely. I talk to Kitten on the phone regularly, but it isn't the same. I have gone out some. To a baseball game, to bars to watch hockey, and sometimes out to eat, but I'm trying to limit myself a bit because of money. We close on the house on Thursday (fingers crossed) and Kitten will be down the next day with the dogs. I need it. I need to see her. I think life will be radically different down here. In a good way. Maybe it's just the sunshine, but things seem a bit brighter, a bit more positive. Except for the fact that right now, I have to go down the hallway to do my laundry.