As of a month ago, Phil took a new job, in finance, and… in Florida. He’s heading up a new branch of an already successful New York prop trading firm. Don’t ask me exactly what a prop trader is. Or what exactly this means to our New York Texan kinfolk and our purdy house. What I do know: my ass might really be movin’ to Boca, which, by every account, is a suburb of NYC.
I’m here now, in my white pants (thank you!), looking at rental homes in family-friendly areas. We’ll rent a house for a year while we adjust, traveling back and forth to Austin. Not selling our TX home just yet. The idea is to rent, get to know the different communities, let Phil build up the new office, then eventually buy a home. His offices are in Mizner Park, an upscale outdoor shopping destination akin to Austin’s Domain and Long Island’s Americana. Eateries, valet service, boutiques and galleries, except with palm trees, face lifts, hip replacements, and an amphitheater.
We’re looking for family-friendly communities, where most of the residents reside year-round, within twenty minutes from Mizner Park. Yesterday, I fell head-over-heels in love. With a bathroom. We toured homes in Royal Palm Yacht and Country Club, where we would undoubtedly be living in the one shack on the block without a bidet. It would honestly be depressing to live there in a ranch amid 9-million dollar estates. I’d rather rule in hell than be a pauper in heaven. Billy Joel was onto something.
Know what was fun? When the realtor sent me properties in Broken Sound (a community where the wasband’s family resides).
“Not happening,” I told Phil.
“We’re not not going to live there just because they live there. They mean nothing, don’t matter, so why would we live as if they do?”
“Because I’m not Deepak Chopra.” I don’t live in mantras. I live in rompers and flip-flops, and they’re the last people I ever want to see again, so why subject any of us to that scenario? Though, now that we’ll both have homes in the exact same town in the exact same state there might just have to be a Straight Up and Dirty sequel. Straight Up and Filthy. Should be interesting, and a wee bit brutal. Sucks for them.
Wish us, and my fair skin, good luck.
With love & Vitamins C and D,
Stephanie
