So where am I? Here is the smart ass answer, “In the hearts and minds of those who love me.” One hopes that to be at least a little bit true. I wonder at times about things you say about your notes being small because you have so little to say. It seems doubtful that you have nothing to say, hopefully it is more a matter of merely not having the proper medium to say it in. Tumblr and it’s short message allowance does not exactly allow for much in depth conversation. No matter, I hope you know that I keep every note you send, and every day hope for even the smallest update. You might not realize it, but even getting a note from you with regards to what you had for lunch would be very welcome. Just to know that you took a moment in response to a though about me buoys me up.
We are in the center part of the state to the east of Tampa. Neither quite south of Orlando, nor exactly east of Tampa though. It is a rather painfully familiar place in how much it resembles Arkansas in several ways. A great many of the people are painfully hickish/backward, but it would seem there is a reasonable undercurrent of people more like myself here as well. Many of my coworkers are of a similar mindset, but so much of the local populace seems like transplanted bible belt goobers. At least we are closer to a decent beach by about ten hours, and I can grow tropical plants in my front yard reasonably unprotected. We are neither in Bartow, nor Lake Wales, but close to directly in between the two. I suppose it is good that I have no stalkers in giving out this information, no? ;) We are about 45 minutes or so from Tampa, which is not too painful of a drive, and closer to an hour and a bit to the Atlantic side. It will likely work out fairly well for us location wise for a time, since we can reach a great many things and can possibly find land that is HOA free. I have learned that the HOA situation is nothing I want any part of. Much like the pissy old people, I have no interest in dealing with such fools and would likely solve my issues with them using a board studded with nails and broken glass. I suppose it goes without saying that I dislike being rather far away from you, but again, I have to look at the silver lining and remember the past where it was over hundreds of miles that we built our friendship and now it is a mere hour or so that separates us. No matter how I feel about the locals, I have to admit them far easier to deal with than so many I ran across in Naples. There seemed to be a problem in that area with people having their nose ridiculously far up in the air and being unable to get it out of that position. Sarah would come home in a state of near rage after dealing with what she referred to as “a bunch of snooty bitches.” Twould seem that such attitude gets worse as you march down the gulf side of the state with that area being the worst. At least Tampa seems a good mix of people, rather than everyone acting as if they are too good to deal with anyone else.
My workplace is a mixed bag, which I suppose is not unexpected. The bosslady seems a bit unpopular around campus, though I have not really determined the why of that. Since I have been here, two of my new coworkers have left. That is two people leaving inside of a very few weeks. There is yet another who I know for certain to have a job interview in California within the next few days, and from what I have gathered he is almost certain to get his new position. Needless to say, all of these people leaving has rather brought me to a point of extreme responsibility faster than what I might have been prepared for. I hope I am capable of dealing with it, but I also feel that I am likely worth two of many of the other employees around the place. My plan is “organization and effort” but we will see how well things pan out in the long run. I’ve always wondered if I could manage a greenhouse and laboratory at the same time, since that is my eventual endeavor with the orchids, and I guess now I get to put it to the test? Fate? Who knows, but I will endeavor to learn, expand, and take the fullest advantage of the opportunity. I might even find my way into this job working well towards moving me into the horticulture field better than I had dreamed. We will see I suppose.
I miss hearing from you, even just the smallest notes. I have to admit those few calls we managed to share sort of spoiled me, and I miss that too. Granted I’m kind of easy to please, but I do wish life were easier on us. You say I shouldn’t worry, but I must. With our communications so curtailed, and I can never be sure what makes it to you and what is missed, it is a worry of mine that you will grow tired of me, forget me, etc. I am aware that my doubts are foolish, and probably insulting in general, but I do not role about in them as I used to. They exist, and I act on them, but only in so much as I need to so that they do not further madden me. I reassure myself with the act of writing to you, keeping an effort going to make sure you never need to doubt me and my commitment to our friendship. I will keep trying so long as it takes, until we are old and tired if that is the case. You still are in my heart, and I still think of you often. I even still dream of you. A few nights ago we met just walking through a store at random, and I woke up pained to realize it was a dream and nothing more. I hope I don’t keep you awake too often. :)