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Originally Posted by Allen2021
We live in the mountains of northern Idaho. It can be a hard way of life, Anyway we sold our home and have rented a place in the villages. We are excited but very nervous. Just wonder how many other people felt as we do. And is it as fun as it seems.
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I'm from New England and lived in a depression (not exactly a valley) between two mountain ranges. I was a bicycle ride away from both of them for most of my life. We had a proper Autumn (the Merritt Parkway is a designated National Scenic Route for this reason), and the usual expected 3 other seasons that are notable because each one is remarkably different from the other.
While I don't miss the Nor'easters or sub-freezing temperatures, I do miss New England. I miss the mountains, I miss Autumn. I miss apple picking at the orchard, I miss berry picking season. I miss my wild raspberries, I miss my huckleberry tree, I miss my 5 200+-year-old sugar maples in the back yard. I miss real actual Town Greens and the fairgrounds where we had food truck festivals and the International Irish Dance competition every year, and the agricultural fair during the last days of summer.
I miss driving down the main road in Wallingford to appreciate the Victorian Colonial homes all decked out in their finery for Christmas. And yes, I even miss snow (though not the icy winds that usually accompanied it).
I will ALWAYS be a New Englander. But I'm here, and it's very lovely here, there's plenty to do, or I can sit on the lanai and do nothing if I choose, and I have wonderful neighbors that make me feel like I'm "home." So I'm a New Englander whose home is Florida. I know I'm not alone in that - there are LOTS of New Englanders down here who share the same feelings of nostalgia and wistfulness of our own backgrounds.
That's one of the best things about the Villages, as opposed to any other retirement community. You can find lots of your "people" down here who share similar backgrounds, who might even be able to give their opinion on the same restaurants "back home" that you used to enjoy. They might even have attended the same football game you did the day your team clobbered the opponent in the last 8 seconds, and you can share with them your own version of the exact same play-by-play they give you from their perspective.
The facade of the Villages is just that. A facade. It's a pretty picture. But it's filled with people who are, for the most part, genuine. And many of them come from your neck of the woods, and you'll not feel lonely at all if you reach out, or accept their hand when they reach out.