Maybe I'll change my tune someday, but the thought of moving south and missing out on the winter doesn't work for me. Something pretty satisfying about dressing for the cold and getting outside, making syrup as spring arrives, and heading out to the island as soon as the ice is gone.
For me, a place in the south is like a snowmobile or a jet ski. It's a great thing for a friend to have so I can borrow it, but I'm not interested in owning any of the three. Retirement is a long way away, though. Maybe I'll change my mind.
I do enjoy reading this thread.
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