I have just returned to Orlando from a house hunting trip in my new town. It really is such a cute, quaint, welcoming town. I grew up in a small town without much anonymity. I moved to moderate towns in PA (Harrisburg & Wilkes-Barre/Scranton) and NY (Binghamton) as well as large towns (San Jose, CA & Orlando, FL) and learned to enjoy the anonymity that is provided there. Now I need to learn how to act in a small town again (making sure to look around to see if I recognize anyone, driving with courtesy, etc.).

We were only in town for 2 full days and found an apartment and purchased all necessary furniture. It became very overwhelming at times because the reality really hit me. My apartment will be on the second floor so I should be getting good with stairs shortly, I hope.

On the flight back to Orlando, I accidentally left my purse on the plane. I didn't realize this until we had already arrived at our vehicle. Bob dropped me off at the departure area to contact someone about my error. I had to rush quickly to the ticket counter to talk to someone. The good news was that my purse was found. The bad news was that I had to rush to gate 97 to get it. This meant going through security again and getting onto the tram and to the gate to ask for 'Alexis'.

Bummer, you think, right?

Actually, this was a blessing in disguise. To catch the tram going to the gate, I had to get up to a slow jog to get on in time. I DID IT! I haven't been able to run since the big, bad stroke. Actually, I *could* jog, but it was painful and a level beyond awkward. Maybe, because I wasn't over-thinking, it wasn't too bad, slightly awkward and a little uncomfortable, but do-able!

Okay, so I won't be able to run from someone. But, I can lightly jog to avoid getting drenched in the rain or catch up to something/someone. This is huge for me. It is a baby step, but a step nonetheless.

As I came back and caught up with my husband, I was giddy with excitement. Like my dad, he knows how to beat the happiness and excitement out of me without the intention to do so. In his happiness, he played on it to the point that it was no longer a positive progress for me. He means well and I appreciate his feelings and intent. I told him that he can no longer talk about it or else I will deny the entire experience! :giggle: