I escaped. I got out. I traded palm trees and ocean views for snow-capped mountains and wide-open vistas.
Goodbye palmetto bugs; hello prairie dogs.
So long honking horns; hello drivers so polite no one moves at a 4-way stop sign.
Ta ta trying to stay one step ahead of the liars and schemers and drunks and morons; hello are you really this nice and laid back?
Bye bye triple-digit AC bills in February; hello keeping the heat at 62 because it feels great to be chilly.
See ya later (for now) flip flops; hello to various types of fleece-lined boots and clogs I am so glad I kept after ditching the rest of my winter wear years ago.
Goodbye to brides and all the rest of wedding planning madness; hello to being self-employed under contract to a small company in another corner of the food business.
Can’t say I’ll miss you horrible former owner who got drunk and crashed one of my private events and punished me financially and still owe me money after I had to throw out your sorry ass, along with those of your equally drunk and disgusting pals, at the host’s sobbing demand; hello to some of the nicest folks I have ever worked for.
I will miss you fun outdoor serving job I took for a couple of months before I moved, because you appreciated hard work and honesty; hello to looking for part-time serving work to supplement the contract income.
Goodbye loneliness; hello to my next-door Rocky Mountain neighbor, my beautiful daughter.
Thank you great guy for being willing to travel across country to stay with this gal.
Hello beloved readers.