Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I moved to Orlando reluctantly.
We were living in Ft. Lauderdale. My career was going nowhere, the economy was terrible, and my fiancé (now husband) Matt landed his dream job making video games at Electronic Arts. Like many other outsiders, I thought Orlando was solely made up of theme parks and that we’d have to live on International Drive. But without a compelling reason not to go, I packed up our things, grumbling the entire time about how my willingness to live next door to that crooked Ripley’s building was a testament to my love for Matt, and boy, would he owe me.