I live in a resort town. Snowbird-ville. Wrinkle City.
When we moved here in June it was amazing. Carefree, hot summer days, warm summer nights, nearly empty beaches, no waiting for a table at your favorite restaurant and a 5 minute commute to work.
I obviously didn't know what I was in for.
Don't get me wrong. I still LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my newly adopted beach home. And I knew the "birds" would be flocking. I just wasn't prepared for the great number of elderly, pasty midwesterns taking over the roads, beaches and restaurants. I didn't plan for not being able to get a place to park at the beach, having to wait an hour for a table, or getting stopped by accidents on my way to work because a 95 year old still thinks it's a good idea to get behind the wheel.
I'm not complaining, really. I know I'm very lucky to live where I do and that most of you are freezing your hineys off today. Just making observations and giving you an idea of what it's like to live a year-round beachy life.