I remember 1993-94, the year I lived in Orlando -- speed limits were a suggestion, cars would change lanes if there was 1.1 car lengths of separation, and accidents were alarmingly frequent. Between that, and the abysmal employment prospects (right-to-work is a cancer that my state is trying to pass into law, in FL you worked sh** jobs unless you were in tourism when I was there), I swore I'd never go back. I was there TWICE since, for two days; my 2nd daughter graduated HS, and the day after she got married (she rushed it at the last minute, got married the day after she turned 18 to get her mother out of her business, I arrived in time for her ORIGINAL schedule).