These photos are from 2019 in west central Florida where I lived in the early 1990s. The huge house you see was not there until 2016 or so. The home I had was far smaller and was destroyed in the flood of 1993. We lost a ton of stuff including a brand-new Pontiac Bonneville.
Someone built a freaking mansion on that tiny lot which seems ridiculous but hey, it’s not my money. Spring forward until very recently when my sister sold her home in Fort Myers because of that damn hurricane. There you have it, a brother and sister who both got screwed by severe weather in that state.
Today I ask myself why the hell people are still moving down there? Apologies, I don’t intend to come across as crass. 🤭