The good news about having some sort of talent is that the people you’ve worked for sometimes invite you back. When I left WPLG in Miami, I left knowing the door would be open to me if I ever wanted to come back. A few years later, I did.
And when I was sitting at my desk at CNN two years ago, I got one of the easiest job offers of my life when an old news director called and suggested I return to Florida to become a weekend anchor and reporter in Orlando.
But leaving New York, where our entire extended family lives, was far harder than expected. The old cliche is that living in Florida means you’ll see a lot of your relatives. Turns out, we didn’t. It’s a short flight, but it’s still a flight—and when somebody back home falls ill, or has a birthday party, we can’t be there the way we’d like.
The homesickness—and for me, with my Mom now living alone in Maine and recovering from cancer—the guilt, became overwhelming.
So today I handed in my resignation, and the bosses here were kind enough to release me from my contract. My wife was offered her old job back at CNN, a great company that has treated both of us well, and that gave us enough security to make the decision: it’s time to go home.
My suggestion that I adopt a new career as a “work from home writer” was met with the blank face of an unamused wife, so I’ll be looking for a real job. If you know of anyone in the market for a reporter, please let me know.
In the meantime, we’d really appreciate you guys getting rid of the remaining snow and kicking up the temperature a few degrees. We’ve been in Florida for two years and we’re a tad unprepared for, you know, seasons.
But we can’t wait to be home.