Hey stranger…fancy seeing you here!
I know…long time coming. But also, if you’re new here – welcome
It’s July – exactly one year since I relocated to Tampa, Florida and a little over two years since I started this bizarre uncharted journey.
Before then, my life looked pretty ‘normal’.
I had a great job. I was living in my dream city. And I had a fairly set routine.
Wake up. Force myself to work out. Go to work. Eat dinner at the office.
Squeeze in happy hour, if I could muster the energy.
Fall asleep (often on the couch). Rinse & Repeat.
Don’t get me wrong – this life worked well for me. I was successful, on my own, and happy. Kind of.
Day by day I was earning my stripes as a ‘true New Yorker’, but behind closed doors I was restless. I constantly craved something more, but was never quite sure what ‘more’ could be.
So, I did what any good millennial does.
I ran – halfway across the...