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Sometimes I wake up and think..."how am I living in southwest Florida???". We have gators, owls (a coworker had a nest of baby owls on her window sill last week), wild boar, bears, hawks, eagles, vultures, and ENORMOUS locust-like grasshoppers, and panthers. If I'd had to think about it, I probably would have assumed we would live in NC, pretty much for ever, if not in our hometown. Southwest Florida was never on my mind. As we wrap up our time here (the ad for my job went up today), I'm trying to appreciate the very unique (if dangerous and frequently frustrating) experience of living in the Everglades. Not every neighborhood has its own resident gator. Plus, you can't beat the views from our windows:
I suppose that's always the way: appreciating something just as it's ending. I'm looking forward to the next chapter in our lives, whatever that may hold (even as I'm frustrated by not knowing), but I'm trying to spend these last 2 months be grateful for what we've been granted while we've been here. A great community of grad students, egrets flying outside our bedroom window, and the excellent icebreaker of "I used to live in the Everglades. No really, IN the Everglades."
Happy Holy Week...I'm looking forward to Easter and being able to eat chocolate again like nobody's business.
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