I was born and raised in Palm Beach County, Florida. Lived there for 35 years. Other than the fishing, you can have it. Too crowded, too bloody hot in the summer, crime rate through the ceiling, etc... etc...
Quit my job, packed up the wife and dog, and moved to Kentucky two and a half years ago. Now I live on 8 acres, grass runway in the front yard, deer and wild turkey running across the property, skies so dark I can see the Andromeda Galaxy with the naked eye, and oustanding roads for motorcycle riding.
Had our annual AH squad reunion here last year with about 20 guys present. Rather than the usual hotels, we had a camping extravaganza, and everyone stayed in tents in the back of the property. Shot some clay pigeons in the front yard, no one called the cops. When the beer took it's toll, we just staggered to our tents, no harm done.
Should have moved here 15 years ago, but didn't. Sometimes you just need to decide on something and do it. I'd have been a lot happier a lot sooner :-)