I never thought I would ever write this, and yet, after over 3 years in Birmingham Alabama, I decided it was time to come to a decision. Do I stay or do I go?
When I accepted the position at AdventureKEEN it was understood that after proper training I would re-locate to wherever I wished to live and work for the company remotely. For the greater part of early 2016 I looked at all my options, especially Florida, but as time went by and after exploring my options in Orlando I came to the decision that the Kingdom of the Mouse was not going to work for me, after all.
Reality check: I still have quite some years to go till retirement, and until I reach this day there must be a better way than renting a place that is fine, but was never meant to be permanent. The famous sheet with pro and contra columns literally saved the day.
I had grown fond of Birmingham, the little blue dot in the Red Sea. Friends and colleagues certainly were another plus in the pro column. The weather, definitively a plus, living on Highland Avenue, a lifesaver from the beginning, was another mark in the pro column. Paying rent, positively a minus, buying a home scary, and moving a thought that instantly raised red flags.
A Town House or Condo was always what I wanted as a single home would be way too much maintenance. What else did I need? A second bedroom for guests was a must; a terrace and an outdoor pool as well.
Friends had recently decided to retire and their apartment, a place I visited often was exactly what I longed for.
The rest is basically history. A contract was signed and on November 2nd I moved into Park Tower, only a block away from my rental apartment.
The move is a sore subject I prefer to forget about. Suffice to say that some furniture never made it to the new home. Reminder to self: for the next move pick reliable moving company, should there be such thing.
Getting settled came with all the ups and downs one expects and foresees. Yet the reality is that assembling cabinets quite never turns out as planned.
Slowly but surely everything, however fell into place. Furniture on backorder finally arrived, pictures went up on the walls, and last but not least the first flowers were purchased for the terrace.
Spring can’t come soon enough as I am eager to start my day on the terrace and end it at the pool.
In the end I think that home is a feeling, not a place, and there’s no place like home.