The Air Force moved me from Albuquerque NM (Kirtland) to Panama City FL (Tyndall) in 1979. I was on my motorcycle and my wife was driving the car and I remember cruising along US98 and 30A between Fort Walton Beach and Panama City Beach. It was mile after mile of unbroken, undisturbed sugar white sand along azure blue water and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. After getting out of the AF in 1983 I moved to Orlando to attend UCF which at the time was a compact commuter school campus on a narrow two lane road in the middle of nowhere off the eastern edge of Orlando. There was almost nothing between UCF and the coast except the junk yards in Bithlo and the post office in Christmas. Graduating from UCF in 1985 I moved to Palm Bay, a small, sleepy residential community near Melbourne and worked for a small company located on A1A in Satellite Beach. My co-workers and I stood on A1A on a frigid January morning in 1986 and watched the shuttle explode in front of our eyes. I moved to Raleigh NC in 1988 and on to Chattanooga TN area in 2000.
Florida back then was pretty nice. The weather was what it was, and still is, mostly hot and humid. But it gets pretty cold too on occasion, as witnessed by the aforementioned shuttle episode. I rode my motorcycle almost exclusively all year, just having to be ready for the afternoon thunderstorms that you could set your watch by. It was a relatively relaxed way of life, the beach was never far away, endless stretches of it, uncrowded and easily accessible. My two sons were born there and the ready access to the beach and Disney area was great.
None of those simple, relaxed places that I lived still exist in any recognizable form.
I have three siblings that still live in Florida. One in Sarasota, one in North Port and one in Panama City, so I visit the state pretty often. Every time I go there I swear that I will never, ever go back. It is the most overcrowded, overbuilt, overdeveloped chunks of real estate I have ever had the displeasure of experiencing. There are so many people and so many vehicles and everyone is always going somewhere all at the same time, it's just crazy. I was there for a wedding earlier this year and drove from Sarastoa to Orlando and back and it was a white knuckle ride the whole time. 11:30PM on a Sunday night and it went from gridlock to 90+ MPH blasts and back to a dead stop over and over again for the whole trip between Orlando and Tampa on I4. Where the hell is everyone going??? As bad as Atlanta traffic is I can cruise straight through downtown on I75 without touching the brakes at 11:30PM on Sunday night! Insanity. I couldn't wait to get on the plane back to Chattanooga.
If I had never left, I might not think it was that bad. Like the frog in a pot on the stove, you don't notice the changes going on and just adapt and accept it as it comes. If you go there for the first time, never having experienced it in its more undeveloped state, you might not give any of it a second thought. Depends on what you know and expect.
A lot, probably MOST of Florida is rural, farmland or swamp in Florida that is quiet and relaxed. If deep rural is your thing, it's probably still pretty great. But it isn't going to be near the coast and at some point you will have to go somewhere, and it's not likely to be much fun.