Back in 2015, I was making the usual fall trip from Michigan to Florida for my dad, hauling an old car down for him in his Crew Cab with a large trailer in tow. After arriving in Florida and dropping the rig off, I borrowed the car as usual and headed out to see the lot where the home I lived in is, and cross the Dunedin Causeway to Honeymoon Island.
I miss living there, but not the threat of hurricanes. While living there in the 1990s, that ‘storm of the century’ hit west-central Florida. The now Ex and I lost a ton of our belongings in that storm, including a brand new Pontiac car. That memory has stuck with me these many years and is a part of why I stayed in Las Vegas after the big D.
I could have moved down there or back home to Michigan, but neither state enticed me to move there. Michigan, too damn cold and dark. Florida, too risky with the hurricane threats. Call me a chicken, but the idea of losing all of, or part of, everything you own doesn’t sound like a good time. These are all iPhone photos.