All right. I've had enough time to let the reality soak in - I know that I'm not going to wake up and say "Wow, you won't believe the horrible dream I just had".
First, some background for context - we'd been planning to move to Florida for the past year or so, to be closer to Cindy's family in the Tampa/Orlando area. We were making plans, saving money, and researching the Florida destination online.
One day, we got the news that the store Cindy managed in Los Angeles would be closing in 60 days. It was probably 4 months ahead of our planned moving schedule, but hey - it was a kick in the pants to get us on our way.
Unfortunately, the only store in Florida with the right opening was in Miami. (About 5 hours drive from the area she wanted) But hey, it's still Florida and she would be 3000 miles closer to her family. The move to the Tampa/Orlando area would be much easier than the cross-country move. Fine.
So we moved - the biggest pain in the ass of my short life.
Last Sunday, just a few short hours after we finished unloading the U-Haul, Cindy called her new store to check in, and say that she wanted to stop in to meet the staff. Her District Manager was there, and had some bad news for her...
Her new store would be closing in 60 days. Less actually, since the news had arrived while we were driving cross-country.
Yeah. So odds are very good that we'll be moving again very soon - and it might as well be to the Tampa/Orlando area, even if it means she takes a position she's not as happy with...
First, some background for context - we'd been planning to move to Florida for the past year or so, to be closer to Cindy's family in the Tampa/Orlando area. We were making plans, saving money, and researching the Florida destination online.
One day, we got the news that the store Cindy managed in Los Angeles would be closing in 60 days. It was probably 4 months ahead of our planned moving schedule, but hey - it was a kick in the pants to get us on our way.
Unfortunately, the only store in Florida with the right opening was in Miami. (About 5 hours drive from the area she wanted) But hey, it's still Florida and she would be 3000 miles closer to her family. The move to the Tampa/Orlando area would be much easier than the cross-country move. Fine.
So we moved - the biggest pain in the ass of my short life.
Last Sunday, just a few short hours after we finished unloading the U-Haul, Cindy called her new store to check in, and say that she wanted to stop in to meet the staff. Her District Manager was there, and had some bad news for her...
Her new store would be closing in 60 days. Less actually, since the news had arrived while we were driving cross-country.
Yeah. So odds are very good that we'll be moving again very soon - and it might as well be to the Tampa/Orlando area, even if it means she takes a position she's not as happy with...
I have to say, the news has really sapped my enthusiasm for unpacking.
