THREE YEARS AND COUNTING

Yep, yesterday was three years to the day that I arrived in South Florida. Three years of ups and downs and ups and downs and a whole lotta in betweens. All in all, I am still thrilled to be living here. I don't miss the cold or the cement or the grit or grime or . . . of NYC. I've finally found my footing professionally and more or less personally. It's been quite a while since I last posted, but since then, I've moved into my new condo, done a little traveling and started a fantastic new job. It's all kept me quite busy and I must run now, but I wanted to do a short posting so that I would avoid another reprimanding from Mrs. Astor. I expect to head down to South Beach this weekend (it's rare that I'm there now). I don't miss the lack of parking, the cologen, the noise, the 24/7 spring break atmosphere and all of the reasons I left, but I do miss the Palace. Ah well . . . Tiffany reigns on Saturdays . . . perhaps a visit this coming . . .