It was a week ago that I left Cleveland at sunrise, and it seems like a lifetime ago. A week ago tomorrow, I arrived in Orlando and checked into this extended stay hotel, split for a week from my family.
The weekend wasn't terrible, because I got to hang out with my best friend for a bit. It's weird to know someone pretty well for a dozen years or so and not live in the same state, let alone city. She helped me get around, showed me more local hang outs, and I played tennis (poorly) with her and her roommate. It was welcome human social interaction after two days driving with cats. It also made being in a new place a little easier.
Then on Monday, I jumped right into work. There isn't much I can say about that, because you can't really judge anything from a few days at a new job. I will say that I had three days going from 8 to 5 with a working lunch, which was a little more intense than I expected, but probably kept my mind off of the fact that I was a transient.
I kept busy in part with movies. I've seen four in the last week... three in theaters, one rental. This Is The End made me want to pee my pants. The Heat was exceptionally funny. Despicable Me 2 was cute, but needed more minions. This Is 40 (the rental) was a little darker than I expected, but still funny.
I also engaged by listening to music. I meant to write about this weeks ago, but the first half of the year has been awesome. My yearly playlist already has more songs than all of last year. I'm really thrilled by that.
While I found a house the first full day I was here, I still don't have the keys, and that pissed me off. My plan was to find a place, get it in a business day or two, buy a twin bed for Simon and then sleep in it until they got here. That didn't work out, so I've had more hotel nights than I hoped for.
Diana and Simon are half way here, and after chatting with her this evening, it sounds like Simon is definitely out of sorts a bit. He's no stranger to vacations and hotel stays, but a week without me around, and leaving his house empty with his toys on a truck is definitely something he doesn't understand. I'm sure he'll adapt, but I feel like I did him wrong in some way. I do realize that we're going to put him in a lot of situations growing up that are hard for him, but this is probably the first time.
Tomorrow we'll be one step closer to normal. Tomorrow evening can't come soon enough.
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