I just moved, permanently, back to Florida. I am beyond excited to be back where I feel I most belong at this point in my life. I live in a three bedroom apartment with two of my best friends from the Disney College Program. Enter endless shenanigans and hilarity.
Florida is, basically, the same as I left it. The sky seems bigger here than it is back home due to the lack of mountains reaching up into the clouds. It is still summer so you can almost count on a quick shower or thunderstorm on a daily basis. Most importantly, it is hot.
By hot, I mean HOT.
There's a theory I've always held onto as a dancer and performer...girls do not sweat, we glisten. Yes, it's still sweat but just enough to make us look even better blah, blah, blah. Well, in Florida girls are not given this option. In Florida, everyone SWEATS. Giant beads of perspiration run uncontrollably down your face and neck before you even walk to your car. I had expected this, when returning to Florida. That's what I love about this state, the constant sunshine and consistent weather. However, it makes for interesting outings.
I'm still in the "get reunited with everyone" stage of my return, so constant dinners and hang outs. Even in restaurants, I find myself "glistening" when I should be putting on a sweater to guard against the typical cool of a restaurant. I had a first date at Magic Kingdom the other day that ended in us eating dinner at the ever elegant Be Our Guest restaurant. Fancy, right? I was a hot mess. My hair was hot and frizzy, wild curls everywhere. My dress was a sweaty disaster and I had to fight off the urge to guzzle a pitcher of water in front of my date. Attractive, I know.
Life lesson: If you can't take the heat...move to Alaska.
