Living in Florida is something I don’t take for granted, and especially every time I head back north to visit family and friends during the winter time. People migrate here like birds when temperatures plummet in their homelands and a little sun and relaxation is more alluring than scarves and 4 PM sunsets. Back in the day when I still lived in the City of Brotherly Love, you’d always hear about somebody heading to Orlando to stay at their family’s “timeshare” for the week.  You don’t hear much about timeshares anymore, maybe because our grandparents who paid for them are…