I'm retiring and moving to Florida. That I am not pulling up stakes in a place like Detroit or Chicago is all that ameliorates the crass familiarity of this next move. I'm just one state removed now. Still, I feel silly, almost, telling friends I'm retiring and moving to Florida. "Of course," they say, "you and everybody else your age. So, what else is new?" But, I want to insist, I am not guilty of the great American hegira to warmer climes, particularly Florida. Of all the nomadic paradigms of Americans-white flight to suburbia, crisscrossing the country at the behest of corporate headquarters-the one I least expected ever to imitate is to retire from a working life spent elsewhere and move to Florida. So I think of this next move not as retiring but as returning to Florida. I've got family there, and roots.
"Essaying Florida: "From the Perdido...","
Florida Historical Quarterly: Vol. 82:
3, Article 6.
Available at: https://stars.library.ucf.edu/fhq/vol82/iss3/6