When we moved here seven years ago I could not for the life of me understand why anyone who lived in Jacksonville would want to live anywhere other than where Lane and I ended up. It was the perfect little spot, nestled safely in an established residential area, with downtown 15 minutes to one side, and the ocean 10 minutes to the other. “Across the ditch”, as we say here in Jax, (which means on the other side of the Intercoastal bridge from the beach) and a mere three minutes from Target and basically any eatery you could imagine. It should have been our FOREVER HOME, right?
Cut to seven years later and we are smack-dab in the middle of minivan mecca, without so much as a Taco Bell for an available dining option past 9 p.m. So why did we do it?