Living in Key West - Part 1

So what's it like to live in Key West? Who even moves there anyways? Well we do. We did not plan on it, but here we are. See, Mitch was looking for a decent job in Miami. But with the overpopulation and limited employment opportunities, they were few and far between. So after months of a frustrating job search, we considered jobs out of our little comfort zone. I tend to be the more spontaneous one of the family. So I am constantly like, " Let's move to Orlando, North Carolina, Colorado. They say Ireland is really nice." Mitch is the more stable, constant one. He prefers to go with what is familiar to him. While I have, "the grass is greener on the other side" syndrome. So when a job opportunity in Key West was offered to him, I thought there was zero percent chance that he would take it.

                                  

With very little options, we decided to make the 3 hour drive to check it out. No one can doubt the beauty of this place. How relaxing it is. It's like the minute you get on that bridge to to Key Largo, all your stress just melts off. Suddenly you breaths seem deeper, the air smells purer. The colors that surround you are brighter, livelier. You see more shades of blue than you have ever seen in your life. It is another world. Coming from Miami, you know this place exists. But, "do people really live here?" you think. You can never imagine life out of that traffic, fast paced, asphalt laden place. I always used to tell Mitch that I just wanted to live where there is more nature that man made buildings. More grass than streets. More trees than traffic lights.

So here we were. Completely surrounded by the very thing that was missing. See, I love nature. It is one of the few things that you can look at and say, " My God created that." One of the few things not ruined by man. Where you can sit there in awe of how beautiful God's touch is. How only He can create such beauty. And most of all think, " My Father, the one who loves me, made that." If you ever forget how big your God is, just sit on the edge of the beach and stare out at the ocean. Immediately, you KNOW there is nothing he can not do. It is a humbling, and touching thing to be reminded of.

Back to our move. You can already guess what my opinion was. I tried to stay quiet, not let my excitement get in the way of this rational, practical decision that needed to be made. I wanted my husband to make the decision. It was in his hands, and I wanted him to lead. So we went to the school, to meet his would be boss, and see where he would work. We really liked everyone there and loved the laid back atmosphere of the school. I mean, who else would have a big seashell as their school mascot. Really? A conch? It's funny when you first see it. I do have to admit though, that when they draw a mean face on that little sucker he does look more intimidating.

                                     
Okay, so here we were. The home of the fighting conchs. We see his training room, take a little tour. It's literally surrounded by water on one side. Really nice school. With no fence surrounding the front of the school. "Can't the students just leave school whenever they want?" I think. I gotta get out of this Miami mentality, I tell myself. So we finish up there. I ask Mitch what he thinks. He says, "It's pretty nice." Which in Mitch speak means he loves it. YES! We're in! We get to move here! Of course I did not say this outloud for I wanted to seem like the calm practical type wife I am constantly striving to be. Just for the record though, I knew it.

Alright this is way too long so this is enough for the first part of our Key West adventure. We'll leave the rest for later.