I left kind of suddenly, I know. I had to get out of NOVA. Coming to Florida with my cousins to visit my grandmother and godmother for Thanksgiving had been an option for some months abut I just agreed to go yesterday afternoon. The brothers made the drive to Ormond Beach in twelve hours without any tickets–not even in Virginia. It’s probably better if I don’t drive.

I’ve heard a lot of talk about these developments in Florida but this is my first time staying in one. As we pulled in below the speed limit, we came to a manned gate. We had to request a guest pass to get into the neighborhood. He gave us a piece of paper that says “Guest Pass” on it but I’m not sure what purpose that serves in a suburb.

There is hardly any traffic here. I saw one moving car on our way to the houses, one moving van, and one golfcart. That’s the ratio so far. I haven’t seen any alligators yet.

Of the hundreds of houses that I’ve seen most are one-level. The first few dozen seemed stylish. I mean, they are. It’s just that after seeing so many of them, and there are only a few different styles, they start to look the same. I mean, they are. I’m staring across a lake at another dozen of them right now. They look like alien fighter crafter, ready to launch across the water and devour me through their massive screen windows. I’ll take a picture. You’ll see.

My parents are having a house built down here. That’s fine. I saw the lot. It’s going to be big, and not one-level. The whole family has to fit. I won’t mind as long as I get a golf cart to tear the place up with. There are a few scattered golf courses. I’m getting the impression that that is why my cousins came down. I’ll have to learn this season so that I can share it with them.

I talked to Kyle for about fifteen minutes on AIM.