What do you think of when you hear the word Florida?
Endless beaches, vacation spots, retirees, and gators? Well, you are right, in a way.
Moving to Florida for 5 months to renovate houses with Rob was an experience that came with plenty of ups and downs, awesome mini breaks and episodes of me crying. Crying in half-finished bedrooms, on balconies, on ladders, and on roofs. Turns out I’m a crier. I honestly thought I was tough, I would be fine, and being away from all of my friends and familiarities wouldn’t be an issue for me at all. Lol. Turns out having a proper floor instead of a concrete slab is higher on my list of comforts than I thought.
Oak Hill, Florida is a small town near the seaside getaway spot of New Smyrna Beach. With a population of 2029 (Plus the two of us), it’s a “Blink and you’ll miss it” type, located right on US Highway 1, and sports the best fishing in the region, in the aptly named Mosquito lagoon.
And when I say aptly named- HOLY SH*T.
Did it rain yesterday? If yes, prepare for a swarm of mosquitos outside the door.
In fact, there’s a reason that NASA built Cape Canaveral and Merrit Island nature reserve (home of MANY a manatee!) on a site nearby to Oak Hill- there were so many mosquitos that no one in their right mind would live there.
The home that we had purchased was a solid concrete block 3 bedroom home, which was originally built as a warehouse for a honey manufacturer. I’m all for a bit of history, so I loved its story. Being in the same family since 1950-something, we were the first new owners after a foreclosure. The foreclosure meant that we had plenty of clearing out and cleaning to do- especially in the attic!
Next up: The first night and how I didn’t shower for 4 days! Stay tuned..