I have been there.
The beach was nice. If I was there for a week in midwinter, the warm temperatures were nice.
I couldn’t breathe in the grocery store, it reeked of pesticides – not just the pesticide aisle, which was humungous, but the whole store. (We are going to live in a place swarming with year-round insect life and we’re just going to try to KILL THEM ALL! – no, it wasn’t working.) I couldn’t breathe anywhere in the summer, it was too hot and humid. Even in the winter – I felt like I could never quite wake up. Restful for a week’s vacation. Not a way I want to live.
The neighborhood my parents lived in for a while was OK; though my mother hated Florida and moved back north as soon as she could manage it after my father died. The neighborhood my uncle-outlaw lived in, in Miami Beach, was fascinating and a lot of fun; though I’m not a city person and wouldn’t want to live there full time. The “neighborhood” my aunt and uncle lived in, a gated community in an area absolutely full of other gated communities broken only by an occasional shopping center, I found terrifying and stifling; partly because of all the walls, partly because there was nothing but a repetition of the same exact stuff over and over, partly because there was nothing remotely natural (manicured lawn, bedding plants that were clearly left just as long as they were blooming and then changed out, the ducks on the creek turned out to be decoys – I suspect the water was so poisoned by lawn pesticides that nothing could live there); and most of all because everybody living in the complex was white and everybody doing the cleaning and taking care of the grounds was Black and what the hell are you people doing here to accomplish that?
I wanted to go to what was advertised as a farmers’ market, but there weren’t any farmers, only resellers. What was for sale was supermarket leftovers still with the supermarket price tags stuck to them.
– I think the attraction, at least for older people, is partly ‘hey, it’s warm, and we don’t have to shovel snow’ and partly that some areas develop enough snowbirds who winter in the same places in Florida every year that they kind of take their community with them; and for younger people at least partly being able to hang out on the beach in warm weather no matter the time of year.
And then, of course, some people like it hot. I remember walking back from the beach to my parents’ house, three blocks, one day that was in the upper 90’s – I liked the beach, I could stand my parents’ house in the airconditioning, I could just about manage a three block walk on pavement. I stopped to talk to a neighbor who was out doing something in his driveway; after about five minutes standing on hot black pavement I said I had to move on before I got heatstroke. He said, ‘I used to live where it got over 120º[F] all the time, I like it like this.’
– there must also be some people who loved the old Florida, and there must be some of it left; though I never managed to see any of it. A lot of it’s been built over by now.