It's that time again ... time to pay the tax man.
Yet another reason why I like the thought of living in a small town. Because we were heading up to Sorrento, I decided to wait to mail the tax payment out until I was up there, figuring there would be less of a line. Boy ... I'm so glad I did. I went to a one counter post office and pretty much had no line - no waiting. I think I might be getting spoiled. I'm used to lines, and grumpy people at the counter, and grumpy people in the line. There's none of that in Sorrento. It's kind of like stepping into an alternate reality.
Same thing at the local stores ... I go to Publix up there and every single time they ask me if I was able to find everything OK. One time, I said I couldn't find something and they told me which aisle it was in and they unloaded my shopping cart while I went to get it. That would never happen in Miami.
Don't get me wrong ... I love my Miami home, and there are many, many things I love about Miami - particularly it's diversity of cultures, the cultural events, and the fact that it never really sleeps. You can pretty much get whatever you need at any hour of the night. However, the people you come in contact with are often rushed, short, or downright cranky. I should know ... I'm often one of them.
For our needs right now, South Florida is fabulous but I think we made the right choice for where our retirement home is situated. For now, I enjoy getting away from the hustle and bustle every so often, and that's pretty much how it will have to stay unless I win a big lottery pot.