The beach bum life is calling me. After five years of drudgery at a large NYC law firm, it suddenly struck me that one is allowed to work less than 12 hours a day, six days a week. Further, one is allowed to live somewhere where the air is (allegedly) clean, the winters are warm, and the beaches generally lack medical wastes.
Accordingly, I’m packing it in and moving to West Palm Beach. I’m going to do some contract attorney work and try my hand at writing.
While I’m going to miss the NYC Dopers (one Doperette in particular), I’m looking forward to meeting and greeting a new crop of tanned and relaxed Dopers in South Florida.
So, who the hell are yas, and where do you live?
Sua
Well, West Palm is about 280 miles south of me - straight down I-95. You gonna be driving down?
Ooooh.
You can join the big bad Floridian club. We go on field trips and get to make fun of tourist. Plus, there’s free cookies!
Good luck on the move.
I’ll miss you too Sua :
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Wha? Oh, you didn’t mean. . … I’m not that spec. . … Well then to hell with you and good riddance!
Good luck and bon voyajy!
i lived in west palm beach for 2 years as a child, which was great, and my grandparents have a condo down there. if it’s relatively close, go to harpoon louie’s or panama hattie’s for great food (assuming they still exist). also, get used to the sight of 95-year-old ladies in skimpy bikinis with leather skin.
Awww well yeah, this sucks. Then again, you worked so hard that we barely got to see you anyway 
Have yourself a wonderful time living it up for all of us begritted folks. We’ll miss you!
See Moving to F-L-A.
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