Just 10 days ago, I landed at The Hillsboro Club, a gorgeous private residence club on 15 acres in Hillsboro Beach, Florida. The "town" (population 2,000) is actually a 3.2-mile strip along A1A and the only main public road. Geographically, I'm halfway between Fort Lauderdale and Boca Raton, so I'm really enjoying the weather for cycling, and the 78 degree ocean for walks along the shore.
That said, I'm also at the start of a full-time seasonal job as front desk associate, a position I have never held. The front desk is "command central" so quite hectic, and the Club is member owned so "no" is not a word in anyone's vocabulary. Going from nearly 6 months of total freedom, to a 4-shift position that I am learning anew is quite an awakening.
Tomorrow, I work my first graveyard shift, and I am wondering how much coffee I will need to consume to stay awake all night. There is no predicting my survival rate. Luckily, I am living (cheaply) on property so I don't have to commute, and I am quite enjoying my private room, the unlimited amount of good food at every meal, and the people who visit and work here.
SIDEBAR: I am NOT moving here and I do NOT have a change of address to Florida. My Maryland address is where I get mail (except packages); my gmail account is my only email; my cell phone number is the same. All remains as it was two years ago and nomadism continues into 2017.
Cyclist, writer, teacher, avid reader, bike/ped advocate, nomad, pie lover