They say (you know, that infamous and anonymous “they”) that “home is where the heart is.” Well, I’ve been traveling so much over the past almost three years just looking for a job that it’s a good thing in my case that my “home” is wherever I physically happen to be. And for me, once my mother died back in Iowa in 1983, it’s not a particular place but rather it’s any place I happen to be. If she hadn’t died back then, my life would have taken a very different turn as I never would have left her alone in Iowa. She was divorced and in poor health, and I loved her very much. But with her death I gained a freedom I didn’t even know was waiting for me and at that time I ended up going back to college to finish my bachelor’s degree (at 31); then I completed a master’s degree (at 39); and then I was awarded a doctoral fellowship at 40 and move to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, in June 1992, and the rest, as that infamous and anonymous “they” say, is history . . . .
As you know if you’ve been a regular reader of my blog, I left for Houston, Texas, at the end of September 2014 and was planning to stay there long term. Well, I did stay for 14 weeks (just a little over three months) but I have returned to Florida this past week as it was clearly obvious after that amount of time that no door was going to open up for me any time soon, and by the time the New Year rolled around, the sunshine was starting to disappear, too. Reminds me of a song sung by Joe Cocker (originally sung by Bill Withers) titled, “Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone . . .” (see YouTube video below of the song sung by Joe Cocker). Well, as that sunshine was starting to disappear in Houston for the winter (it comes and goes at this time of year, as do the warmer temps), I decided it was time to come back to the Land of Sunshine (Florida) after spending 14 weeks in the Houston area with no door of opportunity opening to me during those three months (and I spent a considerable amount of time looking and asking and seeking and knocking, to no avail). When I left Orlando on September 26, 2014, I told myself I would stay at least until the New Year or longer depending on what did or did not develop while I was there. Well, long story short and after much searching, nothing opened up for me in those three plus months, so I headed back to the warmer climate of Florida on January 2, 2015. And I think I have finally gotten Houston out of my system.
You’d have thought I would have learned that lesson the first time around when I lost that ill-fated job there; but I didn’t blame it on the city and I did like Houston despite the job, but I just guess Houston doesn’t like me, so I’m done for now. On the way back I spent a couple of day in Biloxi, MS, in a hotel right on the Gulf. It is such a beautiful area and I just love stopping there when I’m traveling through Mississippi. And, I arrived back in Orlando late Sunday night, January 4, 2015.
After spending my entire time in Houston living in weekly-rate hotels, I am again living in a weekly-rate hotel here in Orlando as my friend who lent me her spare bedroom this past spring/summer had given it away to someone else while I was gone, and that came as no surprise to me. I appreciated the time I stayed there but I’ve been looking for my own place for a while now ever since I lost my apartment in New Port Richey at the end of March due to new owners buying the house where it was located and hiking my rent higher then I could really afford long term. Now if I can just find someone to give me that extraordinarily elusive job I’ve been looking for for almost six years now, I can find a decent place of my own again. I had no idea how hard it was going to be to find another place to rent after leaving my apartment in New Port Richey, and it’s been impossible to find an apartment to rent on my social security income as it’s too low to be considered at a regular apartment complex and the low-income senior apartment complexes all have long waiting lists of up to a year or longer. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place. Well, I’ve been there on the unemployment front for almost six years now, so I now get to add housing to that list.
My three plus months in Houston were interesting to say the least but I’ll save that for a later blog post. Suffice it to say I’m writing now just to let you know I’m back in Florida again. And the weather has been outstanding here this past week, too. Bring it on (the sunshine and warm temps, I mean). No wonder folks come here to live in the wintertime.
As you know from an recent post titled, “With A Little Help From My Friends,” published on December 23, 2014, I’m a big Joe Cocker fan, and I was very sad when I read that he had died on December 22, 2o14 at the age of 70 from lung cancer. However, in memory of him and also in celebration of my return to Florida after three plus months in Houston (I was honestly expecting to stay in Houston long term when I left Orlando back in September), here he is to sing, “Ain’t No Sunshine.” So, without further ado . . . . Sing it, Joe . . .
YouTube Video: “Ain’t No Sunshine” sung by Joe Cocker (1944-2014):