Happy 6 months to me. I've officially been out of Texas 6 months and survived.
I seriously can not believe it's been 6 months. Some days it feels as though it's been 6 years (on the days I miss my family a lot) and some days it feels as though it's been 6 weeks.
Either way, I love my job and continually reminded that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
Happy 6 months, Florida. We did it.