Dear Brewing Hurricane…Please Take Your Business Elsewhere

On the cusp of my much anticipated move to Miami this weekend, I am thrilled to see a tropical disturbance forming in the salty waters of the Atlantic. It is expected to strengthen into a tropical storm and most likely a hurricane by this weekend, or so they say. I envision a wonderfully-formed storm heading straight toward south Florida as I hit the road.

And I can only laugh to myself…preparing for the ultimate “I told you so” retort.

Rain, rain, go away!

You see, for the last six months, I’ve been working diligently on planning this move. And for the last six months, literally all I’ve heard from a very close friend of mine is, “Why do you want to move to Miami? Don’t move to Miami. There are hurricanes. Everyone is leaving Miami. Hurricanes, blah, blah, hurricanes, blah, blah, flooding, blah, blah, hurricanes.”

I told him, “That’s anywhere coastal over here, not just Miami. New job, new experiences, new city, new people…I’ll chance it.”

Then I remind him his off season home is here in Orlando…which has certainly had a few stormy run-ins the last few years. I remind him that hurricanes have a mind of their own….Miami isn’t exactly the only target. Does he not remember a little lady named Katrina that passed through his hometown of New Orleans? Maybe that’s why he’s so concerned. Katrina was a real b***h.

Then I question that maybe he just doesn’t want me to move because he will miss seeing me all the time in the off season. Yes? No? Yes? If only I could put into words his scoff at that last comment. He’ll miss me, trust me. Boys and their egos, I swear.

Either way, he now has me obsessing over creepy weather conditions….but don’t tell him I told you. I’m not sure if he’s caught wind (so to speak) of the most recent storm that’s a brewin’ out there because he didn’t mention it last night…but trust me, I’ll be getting an ear full soon enough.

But I mean really, even if I do get washed away into the arms of a storm, at least I know I was exactly where I wanted to be and I never faltered in my drive to get there. Plus, I’m pretty sure dead writers sell more books…so let the storms begin!

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