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.