So it ends, or begins

 As an early retiree and a Yankee that relocated far south to avoid future winters, I find myself somewhat lost.  No more family so close at hand, no more knowing every shortcut here, there and everywhere, no more committee for planning class reunions and heaven forbid, no more familiar foods.

Sure, the first 7 years were fine. Settling into our first "built for us" home. Meeting new friends making new enemies 😉.  Then the switch flipped and everyday is groundhog day.

Now what?