We arrived in Florida mid-November and left the first week of April, almost four-and-a-half months later. In between our many adventures this winter (the Keys, Sanibel Island, Cedar Key, and more) we spent time with my folks at their beautiful home in Eastpoint, just across the bridge from Apalachicola in the Florida Panhandle. My dad was born in Apalachicola, as were my grandparents, and I’ve been coming to Apalachicola since before I was born. (For more on our visits to Apalachicola, see here.)
One of the benefits of our full-time traveling lifestyle is that we’re able to spend more time with my parents. Given that our home is almost 3,500 miles away in southern Oregon, we previously only saw each other for a few days once a year. We enjoy each other’s company—to keep it that way, we stay in our trailer on their lovely property. This way, it’s as though we’re close neighbors, and we have the best of both worlds.
My folks have lived fully in their respective 83 and 85 years. “We’ve enjoyed life along the way and have been fortunate to do everything we’ve wanted to do,” says my mom. And my dad agrees. They’ve always been active and involved in life, and it’s only recently that they’ve begun to noticeably slow down. Until three years ago, they would meet us for travel adventures—Santa Fe, the Gulf Coast of Texas, a birding festival in New Mexico. But those times are now past.
Our days in Eastpoint were simple and sweet. Most afternoons, we joined my folks for a few games of Rummikub, followed by Jeopardy (they are convinced Eric should be a contestant), a lengthy and relaxed happy hour, dinner, and a movie, generally something from the 40s or 50s. Which was great, because I’ve wanted to see Casablanca and other classics and who knows when I would actually get around to it.
We’re heading back to the West Coast for the summer and fall, but we’ll return to Eastpoint next winter. We’re looking forward to more time just hanging out with my folks.