Headed For Home In South Florida, My Little Plot Of Heaven

| Friday, September 16, 2011
By Eric Mitchell


Stepping off the aeroplane, I realize I'm arriving home once more. South Florida is paradise to many visitors though out the year, but I live here year round. I could take a taxi from the airport, but why? It is just about the exact same price to have a Ft Myers limo service pick me up and take me home. Palm trees, sand, everything is green, and the air is so clean. This is my home, this is my life.

Welcome to the beach life, where everything is suggested by conventional Key West themed colors, and where 'No shirt, No shoes, No problem, ' reigns supreme. Everyone living on Fort Myers Beach is extremely friendly and therefore the city spirit will never fail. Even in hard business times, there's one individual you could never slap down, the famous beach bum.

From top to bottom, beautiful beaches entice everybody to come and relax with their toes in the sand. Have a lager or 2 and just pretend this is your home too. Fine dining can be found among nice hotels, as well as cheap cocktails hour in some delightful eateries. Beach volleyball and games of tag football are held in unending competitions by holiday makers and locals alike. Kenny Chesney or the Beach Boys can be heard from the outside speakers all along the pretty painted sidewalks. With your dignity intact, take note of the wonderful blue skies. A day in the life of a beach bum can't ever be any better.

Having lived that life for a short time, oh how I miss it. When congestion isn't created by rush hour cars and trucks, but instead by happily walking beach goers, the life looked fresher. I guarantee the air quality is much better than the city's too. Traveling down the sugar sand, Bonita Beach and Sanibel Harbor are apparent through clear skies. Even if the weather turns rough, I look up at the Heavens and laugh. Once I viewed a shocking waterspout off the point of the beach. This is nature in its most refined form. Even after the hurricane, nature's beaches were attractive even when man had to wash up and reconstruct manmade structures.

Where else can you walk easily down the street with very little clothing covering your body? Try that in the city and see how far you actually get. I'm not saying that the people don't care; it's simply that they do not mind. Everyone at the beach, young or old, rich or poor, is here for the same reason. The strategy for living for a beach bum boils out the negativity and remains simple. Where food stores are a walk down the road, and the trolley driver knows you by first name.

The small joys of life are usually overlooked. Making an attempt to stay relaxed appears like a burden that cannot be shouldered. I won't say for certain that light crashing waves and unique seashells will cure the summer blues, however it sure may help. Personally, I yearn for the day that I become a beach bum again. To feel the sun's wondrous rays warm up my skin, to watch the peaceful sunset day in and day out. A good dose of the beach life will be my antidote for what ails me.




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