This month marks three years that Mike and I have been in Florida. Some days it feels like we've been here forever. As we were doing our annual evaluations for work (yes, at Gannett, you have to evaluate yourself) it occured to us that there are people in the newsroom, that even after three years, we've never spoken so much as a word to. Nor they to us. I'm talking, like, a dozen or so for each of us. And by newsroom I mean, editors, photographers, reporters, editorial staff, etc. We just never connected here. It's not that kind of place. Plus, working at night and having a baby makes it more difficult.
This news must STUN our former co-workers at the Daily Mail, where not only did we all work together, but spent our out-of work hours together too. It was more like a family there. I really miss that. I check in with my friend Philip's blog (http://grumpnet.blogspot.com) to see what everyone is up to. There's the chili cook-off, porch parties, the farmers market, drinks after work..
And I so desperately want Julia to have seasons -- I want her to be able to jump in a pile of leaves and build a snowman. She could play with Kate and Claire and Lily. Therese could teach her how to swim. And it sure would be nice to drop her off one night at Monica's or Becky's so Mike and I could go to a movie. We've seen ONE in the past 21 months.
I miss having a network of friends, especially now. It has been nice having so many visitors recently. Perhaps I can convince some of you to stay permanently. Home prices are cheap...