I've been feeling that need to write again. I think it helps me to process things when I can write them down. I'm not sure if anyone out there is still reading this, but I think it was always for me anyway.

Today is my 27th birthday. I can't believe that I started this blog when I was 15! Time has flown by so quickly.

I just returned to Pennsylvania after spending the last nine months in Florida. Yes, 2015 started off a little crazy. My mother has been helping to run my father's business. We really wanted to keep it going after he died because it was bringing in money and, more importantly, he employed a large number of people. Well, Mom also started dating our Chief Operating Officer a few years ago and it's been pretty serious, but they broke up last November and my mom just couldn't deal with working so closely with him. He's a great guy and is the person keeping the business afloat so it wasn't like we were going to fire him.

At the same time, I was feeling bored and wondering if I wanted to keep running the dance studio. I just felt stuck - like my life wasn't going anywhere. So my mom and I decided to swap lives for awhile. She moved to Pennsylvania and ran the dance studio and I moved down to Florida and worked with John (Mom's ex) at my dad's company.

Florida was good for me. It gave me time to think about my life and what’s important. I spent a lot of my downtime at the beach. I would go for walks, read or just watch the sunset over the gulf. It was also a good time for me to do a lot of self-care. I did a lot of yoga and Zumba. I also took tennis lessons while I was down there. It was me and the snowbirds for awhile. :)

I also decided that it was time to sell the house. It just felt too weird to be there. My dad didn’t actually die in the house, but his death is the only thing I could think of while I was there. My mom wasn’t interested in living there so it seemed like a good time to sell it. I spent most of March cleaning and packing. Luckily, I was able to convince my mom, Aunt Lu, Aunt Linda, Lindsay and Natalie to come down and help me out. Natalie’s mom and Arie also came over and helped. We were able to get most of the personal items packed up, donated or tossed in a couple of days. The house was listed a week later and we had an offer a few weeks after that.

It’s kind of sad to think that the house is no longer our house, but it felt good to let it go. Life moves on.