Am I ever thankful we didn’t come to Florida for some R&R on the beach.
We’ve had rain, mist, and gray skies the entire time. The temps have hovered in the upper 50s to low 60s, and while that’s still 50 to 60 degrees higher than home, it’s not exactly sun tanning and SUPn’ weather.
But like I said, we didn’t come here for that.
We’ve spent the last couple of days toolin’ around St. Petersburg and Sarasota with a couple of realtors. We’ve seen condos,
we’ve seen townhomes,
and we’ve seen single family homes.
We looked at places on the beach, on the inner coastal waterway, and on the main land.
Not knowing really what kind of home we want, or in what area, this was all a big learning experience. The good news is, we learned.
We learned we like Sarasota. A lot. We learned we don’t want apartment-like condos, but we do like townhomes with attached garages. We also would be okay with a small single family home.
We learned we don’t want to live ON the beach. The tourist congestion is insane. But being on the inner coastal allows us to look over water and watch the boats go by. It would be an easy bike ride to the beach, and we’d be near the excitement that tourism brings.
As of now we’ve refrained from buying anything. Although in one of the places, I had my finger on the dial, ready to call the kids and tell ’em we weren’t coming back.
It’s likely we’ll be down here permanently some day. We just gotta get rid of a few more kids. Er… I mean, we need to finish raising our children in our small, freezing cold town, send them off to college, and then high tail it south to the place of our dreams.
Until then, we have to be content with our short trips down a few times a year. ‘Cause even when it’s gray and gloomy…