I hate Florida. I have no problem saying it. Lived there twice. Both times couldn’t wait to move. Visit there all the time. Theme parks, family and friends all there. While I love all three of those things, I hate having to go to Florida to see them. Florida is America’s wang.
We were there already for our Disney trip in February. We were supposed to be there for Jeff’s wedding In April. And now we’re using our unused plane tickets to Ft. Meyers for Jeff’s wedding to get to another wedding in West Palm Beach. (so in a weird sort of way that kinda worked out for us, I suppose)
So as I prepare to head back to The Sunshine State tomorrow, I’m left wondering why I keep getting pulled back to such a horrible place.
I’ve got nothing else. Just wanted to mention I hate Florida and for some reason, always end up there.