We arrived home just in time for 80 degree temperatures, it felt hotter than it was in DR. I’ve been catching up and getting settled but before I begin writing about life here in Ipswich I’m sending a piece that I wrote from Florida while we were enroute home.

We are in the land of sprawling sub-divisions, strip malls, 8 lane highways and Early Bird Specials. There is also lots of sunshine, palm trees and sand. This is Florida. We’ve come to the conclusion that one reason we don’t care much for Florida is that everywhere we go, people look too much like us, a reminder of our passing years.
I am stunned by the amount of wealth that seems concentrated here. Huge homes line the coast limiting public access to the water in many areas. Yachts and sail boats fill the marinas and line the canals. I wonder how in the world so many people in such a small part of the world have so much money. At the same time, it’s apparent that one doesn’t need wealth to live here, less affluent communities are abound inland.
For the past thirty years we’ve had family living in Florida; occasionally we visit them. It’s easy to disparage the lifestyle here and feel smug about living in beautiful New England where we have villages and variety and the changing of the seasons. This trip I’ve come to see Florida in a less harsh light. I can’t imagine ever living here but looking around at the the Snow Birds who spend winters here or the people of modest means who have retired here I’m seeing things differently.
The license plates tell a story Central Florida. Michigan, Minnesota, Illinois, Indiana, this is a place where mid-western farmers and factory workers and laborers who have worked hard all their lives can have their time in the sun. Great wealth is here but it’s also a place where a Social Security income can suffice. Whether in RV parks or gated communities retired people can enjoy a comfortable lifestyle in a comfortable climate.