Our wish had finally been answered. We were moving back “home”. The entire time we lived in Florida it was temporary. We had never planned on making it a permanent residence and we had avoided growing too many roots. So, we began the process of moving once again. We both gave our two weeks at our jobs.
James was happy to be leaving the job he had moved to Florida for. He had become increasingly unhappy with the position and was ready for a new start. It was probably a good thing we left when we did since the company he worked at was downsizing and cutting jobs like crazy. Most of our friends’ jobs were cut in the purge. The likelihood that James would have retained his job was slim.
I was a bit more torn with the new start, not only was I risking moving us on a job that paid less money and I was uncertain if I would like it, but I also feared we would run across the same issue we had with James not being able to find work in his field. But we were both optimistic about his job prospects since we had discovered the identity theft and had official documentation stating he was not a criminal. We assumed his luck would change once we had established residency in the state.
Leaving my job at Citibank was harder than I had anticipated. My team lead was sad to see me go and was one of her favorite employees and I was getting ready to be promoted to trainer which was the first step of turning the job into a career. But if I were honest with myself, I really didn’t like the job. We were overworked and paid salary at around $35k a year, it was not worth the headache. But at the same time, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be making substantially more and have a job of “status”.
I was also a bit hesitant about leaving because we were finally making friends and finding “our” places around the area. But ultimately we decided it was time to end the Florida chapter of our lives.
Looking back, it was for the best. My liver and clean driving record thank me for it. I am certain if we would have stayed one of or both of us would have had a drunk driving charge by now.
As “luck” would have it our six month lease was up, so we listed our furniture on Craigslist and rented moving pods to pack up our lives to travel 1,000 miles north back to the state we used to call home.
We left with no plan, other than a general invitation that we could crash at our college friends’ house while we looked for a place to live.
As we left the state of Florida, we were both excited for the unknown possibilities that lay ahead of us and all the potential time we would spend with friends and family.
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