South Florida as a balm for weary souls

I was reading an article on slate.com, at , and I saw a quote thaqt spoke to me.

Southern Florida, way down at the bottom of the country, jutting off into the ocean, is a place where people come when things don't work out elsewhere. A lot of times, people do start anew. The miles of identical strip malls, the seasonless years, the ocean and the palm trees, and the swampland seem to serve as a balm for souls that can't find quietude elsewhere. But just as often, instead of starting over, people simply fill their lives with bluster. Actors who had a cameo in a Julia Roberts movie talk about how they'll take over Hollywood. Chefs who blew their seed money for a Manhattan restaurant on a crack binge swear they were about to get tapped as the executive chef of a new Trump hotel.

Now, my low isn't as low as his. I was never a heroin addict. I've certainly had my addictions, (food, gambling, the internet) and still do. In the past, I almost lost everything I had because of poor decisions I've made, and I've been lucky that I wasn't caught, at the time, by my employer, and I am lucky that my family continues to stand behind me.

But that paragraph (at least the first part), seems to speak to me. I, a soul that hasn't found quietude elsewhere am looking forward to my new start. Maybe getting out of the cold (if DC can be described as cold) and back into the Florida sun, will help me on my start.