I have just returned from a family vacation in southern Florida. And I have come to realize a few things:
I have a love-hate relationship with Canada. While I love our way of life, our healthcare, our people, and our unique (and sometimes odd) customs, I really do hate winter. All things winter in fact. Don't try and sell me on outdoor sports when the thermometer is below 0C because I just don't buy it. I feel like it's some big conspiracy where everyone is trying to pretend they are having fun so we can endure (there, I said it. endure not enjoy) the winter with a brave face. I say enough already. Snow--no thanks. Sleet--seriously? be a real weather event. and don't be so wishy-washy. are you snow or are you rain? Ice--we've now banned bouncy castles because they are dangerous but we are good with games played on slippery, frozen surfaces?
I love the sun. It's bad for me. I get it. I've had skin cancer cut out of my neck and should be smarter (and I now use sunscreen and not baby oil so there is some learning happening). But truly, there is nothing I enjoy more then the feel of hot sun on my skin. In fact, I need this feeling at least once in the six months that we are experiencing pre-winter, winter, and never-ending winter.
With this in mind, my goal is to own a piece of the sunny south. This is my retirement, no, pre-retirement plan and it feels good to have a goal to escape winter once and for all. Just don't call me a snow bird. Sun seeker is more my style.
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