Last week was the third time in four months that I was down in Central Florida, and again I find myself feeling... anxious about it. You may recall my previous stories of how I do love being there, but wouldn't feel comfortable moving there because of the schools. But what is it about being there that makes me feel so damn good? I think there are a lot of possibilities.
The most obvious thing is that, usually, when I'm in Florida, I'm on vacation. When I'm there, I'm in theme parks. As fantastic and awesome as that is, it wouldn't be the usual thing if I were to live there. In fact, I probably wouldn't be doing on-property stays at Disney World, either.
I think it's probably more the weather than anything. I hate winter in the worst way. More specifically, I hate the kind of weather that the Midwest brings, with the days upon days of flat, gray skies. When I step outside for the first time at MCO, I instantly feel invigorated and happier. It actually scares me a little the way weather seems to have an impact on the chemical composition of my brain. If you could see me, you'd see me shaking my fist angrily at biology.
Maybe I just want to be anywhere but where I am. I'm anxious to be out of my house, and to an extent, Ohio in general. I just don't have a plan for either condition. The feeling also comes and goes. The truth is that summers here are generally pretty awesome, and in addition to Cedar Point, there are so many great places within driving distance. I have an awesome wife and an awesome child, and we have awesome adventures together. It's just that the adventure stops by the time November rolls around (until we end up in Florida).
Maybe I need to buy a vacation home.