We are in our early sixties – at least I am; hub is quickly approaching what more accurately is the mid-60s. He still works full time. Two years ago we moved from our delightful townhome in a community in south central PA, where we lived for over thirty years and raised our family, to our personal piece of Paradise in a land known by the ancient Indian name Ouch!
The Indian name is not easily translated, but the closest English translation is Land of Continually Rising Taxes and Rising Waters. It is also known today as the Nation of New Jersey.
In the past couple of years we evacuated twice and lost our electricity and food three times. We could not use our water for several days last summer when the city water system was compromised. Our streets were recently dug up, new gas lines installed, and new gas meters placed in every home. Next year our gas bill increases to pay for these wonderful new improvements.
And so goes our new life in the Land of Ouch!
We just spent five days in another part of the United States of America, known by an ancient Indian name roughly translated as the Flat Land of Blinding Sun, Sleaze and Silliness brought on by a copious amount of heat, humidity, hanging chads and other political chicanery. It is a peculiar state. Otherwise known as the State of Florida.
Lots of people are moving to this state, and have been for the past half-century and more. Especially older people. Like us.
The Cartoon King Walt Disney built a second home in Florida way back in the 1970s. He settled on barren, dry land in the middle of a state surrounded by water and preceded to dig lakes and fountains all over his kingdom.
Back to hub and me. We face a dilemma.
Are we crazy to live in the Land of Ouch!?? Chief Chris Christie is a big, wise man who speaks words of wisdom with a loud tongue and a fleece jacket. But taxes continue to rise. And the waters may continue to rise as well.
A lot of people our age are moving to foreign countries where the cost of living is lower and the experience interesting. But these places are far away. If Texas secedes from the Union we can become ex-pats closer to our family and friends. Secession may lead to lots more Tex-Mex restaurants and futbol fields, although I do not think that is what secessionists have in mind. And I do not know what will happen to all those Tea Party politicians. I am not sure what the political ideas of Tex-Mex politicos would be.
But I digress.
Should we stay where we are and hope we will not have to evacuate again soon? Is it safe to put away our emergency flashlights, batteries, candles, bottled water, and kayak (in case we have to paddle our way to safety)? Will our taxes ever stop escalating?
Only time will tell.
Meanwhile we remain vagabonds, waiting for repairs resulting from Sandy’s wrath to be completed so we can once again return to our small place in Paradise.