This is my first blog post, and I'm finding myself rather tongue-tied. Anyone who knows me at all would be a bit surprised by this statement as I tend to be rather prolific, both verbally and in print. Yes, I'll go ahead and even use the term verbose when describing myself. And yes, I do tend to mean the negative connotation of that word. I do often catch myself going on-and-on, and likely annoy quite a few people. It's something I'm working on, so cut me some slack! ;)
However, the 'blog' world is new to me. I see many, I read quite a few, but I never really thought blogging was for me. Am I really interesting enough that other people will want to read what I say? I guess we shall find out!
A bit about me:
I am in my early 40's and am a recent empty-nester. I have been divorced for several years and have two sons, 25 and 23 years old. I recently relocated to central Florida from my hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio. The main reason for this move is because my mother is ill. This is my second go-round in this area. Allow me to explain below.
Some background:
My parents relocated here from Cincinnati in 1998. My husband (at the time) and I followed, along with our two somewhat small kids. During that time, I kept hearing from most transplanted Floridians to "give it 2 years". This number stuck with me, because let me tell you friends, I was blatantly miserable! I was in my late 20's at the time and, despite being the mother of two young-ish children, I was extremely immature and still loved to party, probably (ok, definitely) too much. This area of central Florida is decidedly not "party central" I was bored, miserable and (in hindsight) realize that I did absolutely nothing to help myself or the situation.
After two years, I told my (now ex) husband that I wanted to go home. He resisted, as he was quite fond of the area, and was very close with my parents, especially my dad. I pushed and pushed, and eventually got my way. For me, getting 'my way' was not an unusual event. I am an only child and tended to be quite adept at getting people to do things my way.
We went home, my marriage failed, and I was suddenly thrust into being a single parent with absolutely no support system in my ex husband. To be clear: I was the one that wanted the divorce. Although I have zero regrets now, I have to admit I definitely did quite a few things the wrong way in this regard. My ex-husband tended to take his distaste for me out on the kids, and subsequently, became very absent in their lives.
My oldest son left to attend college down here in Florida and lived with my mom and dad while he went. He's now a school teacher. My youngest son moved down here with me, but decided it wasn't for him and went back to Cincinnati. He's currently working full time at the Amazon warehouse in Northern Kentucky.
Anyway, this blog will chronicle my adventures, and misadventures, of being a young-ish empty nester, and living in the same town as my parents again. That's been a big adjustment as well. as I'm sure you can imagine.
Enjoy!
My oldest son left to attend college down here in Florida and lived with my mom and dad while he went. He's now a school teacher. My youngest son moved down here with me, but decided it wasn't for him and went back to Cincinnati. He's currently working full time at the Amazon warehouse in Northern Kentucky.
Anyway, this blog will chronicle my adventures, and misadventures, of being a young-ish empty nester, and living in the same town as my parents again. That's been a big adjustment as well. as I'm sure you can imagine.
Enjoy!
