After being here in Florida now for the past two weeks, we are faced with returning home to our reality in a couple more days. Everything here seems somewhat unreal. Actually, when you think about it, it is unreal for us. Our reality is 1400 miles north of here. This is an alternate universe for us.
The semi-tropical climate is certainly unreal for a born and bred Wisconsinite. Palm trees are everywhere for crying out loud. How weird would that look in your backyard in Milwaukee? And shoveling sand instead of snow is not nearly as satisfying a tweek at Mother Nature.
On the east side of Wisconsin we do have a reasonable substitute for the Gulf of Mexico in Lake Michigan. Granted, Lake Michigan is probably a thousand times smaller, but you can't see across it and it does have some impressive wave action at times. So call it a wash as far as water goes.
The architecture here and at home has only the term "architecture" in common. Here the buildings are mostly vertical and made of concrete and painted hideous shades of pastels. At home the architecture is so varied that to generalize about it is impossible. But our eyes are treated to such a variety of styles around every corner that we are spoiled by the cornucopia of stimulating eye candy that our northern climate demands of its buildings.
There is constantly so much construction along the Gulf coast that it seems that every day a new high rise sprouts up like another phallic weed, obstructing the view of that beautiful body of water that you only get to see if you can pay a ridiculous amount of money to ride up in an elevator to your apartment in one of those new phallic weeds. If I lived here year round, I would get up every morning wondering if "they paved paradise and put up a parking lot."
Yes, Florida is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here. This can remain our alternate universe, to be used occasionally to help us renew our appreciation for the real world we live in.