I still remember the very first time I brought up moving to Florida with my husband — I figured he’d look at me like I’d lost my mind. But shocker… he didn’t. We were both just done with the cold, the grey skies, the scraping ice off windshields, and that whole “Indiana winter sadness” thing. We wanted sunshine, palm trees, and the kind of weather that makes you want to go fishing instead of hibernating. Plus, no state income tax? Yeah, that got his attention real quick. Back then, I wasn’t even