A Proud Member of the Witness Protection Program

Well, not really. But I’m sure people are starting to wonder.

After all, neither one of us are in the military. And is it really necessary to move six times in as many years unless you’re in one of these programs?

In case you haven’t heard, move number seven is right around the corner. We wouldn’t want to lose our 1 giant move a year average, now would we.

If you’ve spent any time reading my blog, you know how fond I am of the Keys. The best thing about being here has been my job. More accurately, the people I work with. I sincerely think I wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for them. While Mike’s situation continued to get worse by simply not improving at all, I received support, friendship and laughter from those I work with.

So my previous post actually had a purpose. Mike has an opportunity that will pay significantly more, give him more hours, and allow him to simply fly. No more dealing with tourists, prices, advertising, personal favors, marketing, fuel trips, or dodging hurricanes. The nature of the job means he will basically be on the road. Which meant that I could pick where I wanted to live based on pretty much nothing. That left the whole of the contigious United States. Much too big an area.

First, the West coast got whittled off. Mike’s choice. Louisiana and Mississippi got singled out as definate no’s. Been there. Done that. Probably worse than the Keys. Then we talked about friends and family. This meant places like Tennessee, Oklahoma, Michigan, Indiana, Pennsylvania, Illinois…… It was too much to think about the people, because of course I want to live near everybody! So we moved on to more practical issues. Where was Mike going to do most of his flying, where was the most opportunity going to be for me, and who didn’t have 8 months of winter or a season for hurricanes.

Nashville, Tennesee seemed like the best choice. It was both a hard choice and an easy one. We’ll be living near Danny and Kristy again, who I feel lucky to count as friends. Truly. Also, quite conveniently arranged by God, Debi lives a mere two hour drive away.

So it’s been decided. Mike is moving on, on the 20th of this month. My last week will be the first week of May. Since nobody made it down to the Keys (don’t worry, you didn’t miss much) you can all start planning trips to Nashville. I look forward to seeing you there!