How Plans For The Future Are Fragile.

I was thinking about how I got to live in Florida when I never thought I'd ever leave Massachusetts. My feet were well planted in the north and everything I could ever want, except for a nice house mortgage, was there for the asking or taking. Things like food choices from many countries, scenic locations for every season, art, entertainment, museums, and especially historical venues such as the Freedom Trail, Bunker Hill Monument, and the USS Constitution(the 2nd oldest continued commissioned warship afloat). Now I live in perpetual sunshine and moderate to hot temps year round. I don't miss the snow, sleet, ice, and worse yet Black Ice. My spiral towards Florida started before my wife's father received his Mesothelioma diagnosis. They were all set to retire to Florida with property in hand and the world stopped for them as they watched his life wain. Events after that allowed me to eventually meet his daughter on-line of all places and eventually led to marriage. If he never got sick we probably would never have met and I'd still be in Mass. I think it's very ironic how lives change when other lives change. Some call it Kismet and others call it manifest destiny. I still call it ironic.