| I think I could be a beach bum. Almost. I like the flat land, easier to walk or ride a bike for long periods. (I have a heart problem that makes uphill or even slight inclines difficult.) The slow pace of life, the roar of the ocean and wind are so peaceful. Because of all that wind and sand, you can forget about perfect hairstyles or fancy shoes. You have to stay stocked up on supplies because so much driving is required to go shopping. Entertainment becomes a night on the town, an excursion. Modern times have made TV and Internet reception available, even WIFI.
There are a few things I wouldn't care for. Mosquitoes are number one. Flies are pretty nasty, but they don't bite. During hurricane season, you'd have to have a bag packed at all times, and a few necessities ready, so you can hit the road at first warning and head inland. Even a trip to the doctor involves a long ride. Right now, I can get to any doctor I see in under 15 minutes.
Finding social outlets might be a little harder, but I could manage okay. There would be enough relatives and old friends visiting, that I would welcome the quiet after the vacuuming and the laundry are caught up.
I'm not a sun worshiper, so I would not be spending all day out lying in the sand. My skin fries like an egg on the skillet. And I am not one of those women parading around in their 60's, 70's and beyond in a bikini. (I hate those women.) So, this body is not going on display. I will keep it discreetly attired. I probably would give up make-up except for those rare excursions inland.
This is just a little fantasy. I could never afford a beach house or its maintenance. Extra income for someone outside of real estate and building industries is not very likely.