Does Anyone Really Live In Florida?

We've been in our new house for 4 days now. The last two I have been flying solo, since Kev started his new job. Both days in the afternoon I have ventured out so that I can start to learn my way around the new area. Yesterday I went grocery shopping and today I went to a shopping center that had all the important shops, you know like Petsmart, Michael's, Pier 1, Barnes and Noble, plus some delicious chain restaurants. As I was taking in my new surroundings, waiting for my Grande, Iced, Vanilla, 1/2 non fat, 1/2 breve, decaf, latte, I started thinking about how much I liked going out to places like this in FL. I loved going to Gulf Coast Town Center or Coconut Point to wait for a nice dinner out at say Ted Montana's or PF Cheng's. Here's the thing, until today I never truly realized the people who were there waiting for dinner with me were mostly people on vacation. When you people watch in these places, you always see 4somes of 50-60 somethings waiting for their tables, holding there glass of Pinot Grigio, wearing their brand new crisp vacation clothes, and their freshly acquired Florida tan either from pool, beach, or golf coarse. Here no one looks like they're vacation, they just look like they live here. Don't get me wrong, no one looked liked this is some kind of decrepit area, but no one had that "I'm on vacation in the sunshine state" look. It made me a little sad though, and I realized that I would miss those vacationers and there perfectly coiffed hair, freshly painted French pedi's, crisp white capri pants, and watermelon colored tops plus the satisfaction of knowing that when the season was over they would go home and I was a local girl who got to stay in the place where everyone else vacations!