It’s a highly cliché title, but it’s accurate.
Three years ago I moved to Atlanta to be in between my children and my family. It was the right decision.
In three days I am moving to Orlando to be close to my children. It is the right decision.
Three years ago the divorce was newly final. I was two years into my healing. Things were good. Life was getting there. And then the floor dropped out from under me. It was a rough climb back up. But I have. I climbed back up kicking and screaming until I lost my voice and set down to the business of business.
One year ago I started to think it might be time to start thinking about a change. I signed another lease renewal in Atlanta. I kept coming back to the idea that maybe things were shifting and a change was coming.
Change did come. Donkey changed the kids’ school without discussion.
My Orlando employment search had thus-far consisted of asking who I knew who they knew. Incredible kindness resulted. Not so many potential employment options. So I took a risk. I took a risk that resulted in me frantically texting a friend that I had just committed professional suicide and that I would be their new roommate when everything failed and I was homeless.
My boss and I were sitting in the conference room on a Saturday reviewing documents for the biggest deadline of our year, which was a week away. “Before we go,” I said. “I need to begin a discussion with you.” I got that oh-shit boss look. I had my own oh-shit look.
I explained that I had reached the point when I needed to be in Orlando close to the kids. I told him I didn’t want to leave the company. I don’t. I would if I had to, but I like what I do and who I do it for. I told him about the school change. I told him I had zero job prospects in Orlando. I asked if we could work out a way for me to work remote. And I told him my deadline to move was the end of September.
Five meetings and six weeks later a way was worked out for me to work remote. The moving truck comes Saturday. I pick up my keys on Monday.
Court proceedings are in-process. Plan: 50/50 time.
Deliberate Donkey 
Bless your boss and thumps up for you to fight to make things work. It’s only time Melanie. Then again it is time and they grow up so fast. Whatever moments you’ll have with them njoy it to the fullest. After they are of legal age he can’t bully you anymore. He can’t bully you now either. If the mountain doesn’t come..
My boss is pretty cool, and not just because this is a public blog. 🙂
They do grow up fast. I’ve missed enough. It’s OK that I missed what I did, but it’s time for that to change and it was up to me to do it. So I did.
He can’t bully me now. I’ve released that power. Finally!
To corn! Smiling here in Holland 🙂 ❤
To corn! Thank you! 🙂
I THOUGHT you had 10 days before the move? Any way. Good Luck with the move and hope it WORKS OUT better than ya think it will. Be SAFE.
Just a handful of days left in Atlanta. It’ll work out just fine, I just know it, it has too.
Oh damn! I am so happy to read about something happy for you. What an awesome turn of events, Mel. Yay for September for us, hey? Huge hugs on your latest win!
Yay for September! Good things are happening. Thank goodness!
Good,for you!!! It has been lmg enough, and I am so happy that you are taking your power back. Those kids are going to be better off for your decision and I can’t wait to hear the next chapter of this story- ESPECIALLY donkeys reaction 😊😊😊😆😆
Thanks Abby!! I’m so excited! Donkey has been pretty quiet, except to say he doesn’t think he has a problem with 50/50 but he hasn’t thought about it completely. Whatever that means.
Kudos to you for asking for what you need and for your boss supporting you. Sending you lots of good energy during this time of transition.
Thank you Diahann! Some extra good energy always helps. 🙂
I’m happy to read good news for you Melanie. Sending you love and light from across the pond xoxo
Thank you Ese! I’m excited for this next stage in life. 🙂