Yes it's true that we have spent Christmas in sunny Florida for the past 3 years. The sun shining and the weather warm and inviting just like it should be. What more would one want?
I met my husband 20 years ago the day before leaving for school in Florida. It was a bummer that I had just met this really nice guy and now I had to leave to sunny Florida. We wrote to each other by snail mail(no one had email back then)and talked on the phone once a week. We became close friends who eventually fell in love with one another. He was so charming and loved everything that I loved. We both had Latin roots and strong family values. Most importantly, we both loved Florida!
Five years later, we get married and start our lives in the Northeast where we both complained about the cold. We always talked about moving to Florida, but we never made any serious plans. We would visit, look at houses and then we would forget about it until the next winter.
This year I have decided that 20 years is a long time to plan for something and I need to lite a fire under my husbands ass! He doesn't like change at all! He hates when I move the furniture, paint the rooms or even change my hair style. Now, here we are spending 15 days in Florida to relax(so he thought). I had a plan and it was to find and area that we loved and somewhere to raise the two other loves in my life. We drove around, looked at model homes, contacted Realtors and looked at schools. We had long conversations every night and discussed the pros and cons in moving to Florida. The sun was at the top of my pros list and the hurricanes were at the top of my cons list.
We have decided that this is probably the best time in our lives to move. It didn't become real until he started telling everyone that we were moving to Florida. It became scary and a journey that I have never taken. If my parents could cross the Atlantic(on a plane legally)with a 14 month old(me) and a 6yrs old to a country they had never visited, then why was this move so hard for us. We have wanted it for twenty years and now we have it.
Life is full of change, growth and fear. We got married(scary), bought our first home(scarier)
gave natural birth twice(crazy on my part) and bought our second home(lots of work). Why is this so scary? Now we live our lives for our children. It's not about this couple who meet when they were eighteen and made a vow to grow old in each others arms. We will always be happy wherever the other is, but our little ones now have lives here and history in this cold place we call home. Do we interrupt their lives to make our own dreams come true?
I met my husband 20 years ago the day before leaving for school in Florida. It was a bummer that I had just met this really nice guy and now I had to leave to sunny Florida. We wrote to each other by snail mail(no one had email back then)and talked on the phone once a week. We became close friends who eventually fell in love with one another. He was so charming and loved everything that I loved. We both had Latin roots and strong family values. Most importantly, we both loved Florida!
Five years later, we get married and start our lives in the Northeast where we both complained about the cold. We always talked about moving to Florida, but we never made any serious plans. We would visit, look at houses and then we would forget about it until the next winter.
This year I have decided that 20 years is a long time to plan for something and I need to lite a fire under my husbands ass! He doesn't like change at all! He hates when I move the furniture, paint the rooms or even change my hair style. Now, here we are spending 15 days in Florida to relax(so he thought). I had a plan and it was to find and area that we loved and somewhere to raise the two other loves in my life. We drove around, looked at model homes, contacted Realtors and looked at schools. We had long conversations every night and discussed the pros and cons in moving to Florida. The sun was at the top of my pros list and the hurricanes were at the top of my cons list.
We have decided that this is probably the best time in our lives to move. It didn't become real until he started telling everyone that we were moving to Florida. It became scary and a journey that I have never taken. If my parents could cross the Atlantic(on a plane legally)with a 14 month old(me) and a 6yrs old to a country they had never visited, then why was this move so hard for us. We have wanted it for twenty years and now we have it.
Life is full of change, growth and fear. We got married(scary), bought our first home(scarier)
gave natural birth twice(crazy on my part) and bought our second home(lots of work). Why is this so scary? Now we live our lives for our children. It's not about this couple who meet when they were eighteen and made a vow to grow old in each others arms. We will always be happy wherever the other is, but our little ones now have lives here and history in this cold place we call home. Do we interrupt their lives to make our own dreams come true?
