I Moved to Paradise and Immediately Got Lost on a Golf Cart
Three roundabouts, one wrong gate, and a very patient security guard later… welcome to The Villages.
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They said retirement would be peaceful.
Nobody mentioned the golf cart traffic at 9 a.m., or that every street name sounds like a country club newsletter, or that you can live here for a month and still need GPS to find your own pool.
This is the reboot: health goals I keep negotiating with, wealth questions I pretend I understand, and everything else in between — neighbors who become friends, pickleball injuries sustained with pride, and the quiet thrill of starting over somewhere sunny.
If you live here, you already know. If you're thinking about moving here, buckle up. It's wonderful. It's weird. It's home.
