So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Coming Back North
I was having a chat with a neighbor the other day. He just spent 30 hours driving a moving truck up from south Florida. His cousin moved back north to die. That seems to happen an awful lot.
People leave the north and retire to a warmer climate. They tend to be still in pretty good health. They move south, play a lot of golf, do a lot of fishing, and explore the opportunities of their new home. Many split their time between the north and south. Those folks tend to spend more and more time in the warmer climate. It's tough to readjust to the cold. Many sell their homes up north and only come back for short visits, if at all.
As they age and health problems creep up on them; they don't got out very much. Many decided that they might as well be back where their old friends and relatives are. Then there are those who just want to die back where they grew up.
Of course not everyone does that. My mother, once in Florida, never came back north, not even to visit. Dad came up for short visits, mostly to go hunting. It did help that I went south and visited them a lot while they lived down there. Both my parents passed away while in Florida. However, their ashes are back here in New Hampshire.
It's said that you can never come home again. While that's true in the sense that things change while you are away, not everything changes. If there are still people there who love you, it's still home. Some just want to live in the mountains again before they die.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.