Dear you,
Apparently the beach of your dreams awaits, but it is NOT here on 30A in the Panhandle of FL. I expected tourist action and jammed periods such as spring break when I bought this condo, but this Memorial Day thing is the worst. Big trucks. Massive families sleeping twelve to a three bedroom unit. Screaming kids. Drunk adults sitting in the parking lot (literally on the asphalt) smoking cigarettes and talking to themselves (angrily).
I have already come to grips with the fact that I cannot live here and am regretting the purchase as residence. But the hoards are getting bigger and bigger and I don't know why. We have no entertainment, really, and the roads are a nightmare. 30A itself is moving at around 5 MPH because out-of-state-gawkers are traveling in golf carts, gawking at 5 MPH.
Still annoyed over this situation in Florida. Our coastal regions are being sold off to out of state folks who rent to the "sleeps twelve to a unit"-golf cart gawking folks. And I am supposed to be grateful for the business? Not grateful. Just cranky.
That sorrow aside, I am thinking about all those who served us and serve us now, those who protect and defend. Cheers to you. Perhaps you can help Floridians recapture their invaded territory?
Leaning in nevertheless . . .
Forcing myself to claim my space in the pool and the shoreline . . .
Love,
Joyce
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