I lived in Florida one summer after college, and absolutely hated it. The only redeeming quality it had, was that my grandparents lived there. Then my parents moved here. Grandparents have since passed away. So half the incentive to be in this horrible state in the first place.
Then, met and married husband. Lived happily, paying our state income tax, paying our high property tax, having pension add up and savings account getting modestly larger every year. Visited people who moved to the Villages, I hated Florida even more (the friends were still great, pretty house on the inside, but it was a courtyard villa and the entire area was just WAY too borg/sardine can/stepford for my taste.) Just being in that area of the Villages gave me the creeps. Husband fell in love with it.
After a few years he decreed we would retire to the Villages and if I didn't go with him he'd miss me.
I love my husband more than I hate Florida.
I still hate Florida.
I'm okay with my "neighborhood" of the Villages, it's more neighborly than any other that we've visited/driven into. But I still miss New England and probably always will.
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