Well then, what they heck are you doing living in that unbearable tropical paradise....get the heck out of that warm, sunny, oceanside, beach infested hell hole and get back to Boston where you belong....can't beat a Boston winter for fun and excitement.
True, it is exciting. But the commute to work at the airport would be a betch. I can't find work in Boston, and I still need to work. Too old for some jobs, overqualified for others. And can't work for ten bucks an hour like I had been.
If I was independently wealthy I would live in the outskirts of Boston from June until the day after Christmas, and the rest of the year on Maui. And on the way west each year I'd stop at the Grand Canyon for a week.