The Move, or Shit Happens and Life Goes On

As I sit here on my new balcony typing this, it is January 1st, 2013. It’s remarkable, not just because it’s a new year but also because about 3 months ago I was put in a situation where I had to find a new job. The thought of finding another job is the kind of shit that I dread more than anything, especially considering I’m the sole income provider for my family. How would I get a paycheck now? What about our house that we own, but can’t sell because the housing market still sucks?

Spoiler alert: everything turned out fine.

I’m not the type to want to hop from job to job. I was picky when I took my first job at Interop in Fort Myers, I liked it so much that I stayed for 7 years. We bought a house, had 2 kids and I set up my first saltwater aquarium. It felt good and I wish it could have lasted longer, but I knew I had to move on in order to be where I wanted to be professionally. So, I moved on and took another job that let me work from home. I’ll skip the details, but it didn’t work out. I was only there for about 10 or 11 months. No bad feelings involved, shit happens and life goes on.

Fast forward to now: We’ve been living in Boynton Beach, FL and I’ve been working as a Mobile Software Engineer at Modernizing Medicine in Boca Raton, FL for about 2 months. We’re renting out our house in Fort Myers and our tenants just moved in. My job is awesome, we’re really close to the beach, the kids love it, and there’s a lot more to do here than there was in Fort Myers. Everything is fine, or maybe even better than it was before.

The only thing missing is having some family living nearby, but that’s something I’ll have to write more about later.