For two years I called Florida home, and despite my immense desire to move out and on to Los Angeles, for whatever reason it still calls to me. I can't seem to grasp why [maybe I did the most growing and maturation as a person while I was there?] --
Who knows - but whatever the reason - one day I'll have to invest in some worn down beach-house/condo near Cocoa and join the legions of retirees spending their days soaking in the warm sea breeze watching the cruise ships idly sail in and out of port [with my camera of course, lol].
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