I was one of those kids who left home at 18 and went far, far away. On purpose. Not to escape. Not for any other reason I can think of now, in fact, except to GO. To see. To Live. To experience the world. I always said I could NEVER, wouldn’t EVER move back to Florida.
And now, 20+ years later, after seeing South Africa, Nepal & India, mainland China, Greece, Sweden, Hungary, Belgium, Hong Kong, driving across the US multiple times, living on two continents, and so, so much more, I find myself wondering what living in Florida would be like now. I find myself valuing time with lifelong friends and family so much. The things I long for on vacation are things I loved when I was a kid: waterskiing, white sandy beaches, flaky white fish. What if I could have them every day?
On the downside, public transportation is almost nonexistent. Schools are underfunded and crime is shocking. A significant percentage of the population does not share my values and politics. Houses are lovely and affordable, though, and I could sea kayak every day. Oh, the trade-offs.
I’ve heard of expats returning home 15, 20, 35 years later. As I board a plane leaving Florida today, I wonder what that would be like…