Another Year-Milestone

Exactly one year ago today (today lasts for another half-hour) I walked in my fourth graduation ceremony.  This one gave me the MBA I earned.  Exactly one year ago tomorrow (tomorrow in a half hour) I set out from Michigan to drive to my new job in Florida, 1,400 miles away.

One year ago, it was snowing big snowballs from the sky, wacking me in the face as I carried my box of belongings out to my car at the end of my last day of work at my last job.  I left behind ten years of hatred for my previous employer; ten years of getting passed over and screwed over.  For the past year, I have had a job I like, with a team I like, and a manager I like, at an employer I like.  I didn’t know that could happen.  I spent so long miserable in my job that I didn’t think anything else was possible.

One year ago, I owned a house I liked, with a yard I loved, in a little one-horse town.  We’d made the house and yard our own.  It was great.  Now we rent a house that isn’t us, in a suburb that I dearly hate, and it doesn’t feel like there’s any point doing any maintenance or upgrades or anything — why give the homeowners a free upgrade to their house?

One year ago, I lived somewhere that got snow from October to May — more often from November to April.  Now I live somewhere that never sees snow — but has a gawdawful summer, like stepping out the door into a bath.  I used to have seasons, now I don’t.  I used to have 2 out of every 3 days be cloudy and gloomy, now I have sun almost every day.

Am I happier?  I don’t know, overall.  I’m happier at my job, but I think my family is the same level of unhappy, or unhappier, if that’s even possible.  We don’t have any more money than we did, even though my salary doubled with this job.

All I can say for sure is that things are much different from what they were a year ago.

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