|"I've only got four months to pack! Better get on it!"|
I started packing on the afternoon in August when we put down the deposit on the condo we'd be renting for three months. Being a northern gal, it was a challenge for me to know exactly what type of clothes would be needed in the Florida winters. Instinctively, I understood that my wool Lands End sweaters adorned with snowflakes and polar bears, would be frowned upon, but what about turtlenecks? I did a quick check of the average temperatures in our new Florida locale, and learned that, though the temperatures would hover comfortably in the 70's, a night or two of bone-chilling 40-degree weather followed by a high only in the 60's was a possibility. Therefore, I packed two pairs of flannel pajamas, three hoodies, five long-sleeve shirts, and my entire collection of the jeans. Then, I unpacked them because it was not yet autumn in Ohio, and they would come in handy when we had a high of 30 degrees in November.
|Hello, my darlings!|
At any rate, this is probably the most dramatic step we've made in our lives since parenthood (which is still ongoing - you don't ever get to snowbird from your kids.) Two weeks in, I can report that we are thrilled, every day, by Florida's incredible beauty and the kindness of the people here. We'll try to be good snowbirds. As my friend requested, we'll have our GPS on hand and will go at least the speed limit. But, I'm clinging to my cardigans and white tennis shoes. I will reek of suntan lotion, and I will stand on the beach taking pictures of seagulls. I will point and shout to anyone within listening distance every time I see a dolphin. I will chat up anyone I see on the beach wearing an Ohio State, Michigan, or Wisconsin t-shirt. It's going to be an adventure, and I hope I have plenty of fun stories to share here. Meanwhile, stay warm and safe.