Another day, another island

Nantucket is just as sweet and 1920's as I've ever imagined it to be. Our bikes have baskets on them (wicker baskets!) and they get us across the island in a leisurely half hour. There's sandy paths through the beach grass to get to the water, and the waves are satisfactorily pummel-y on my torso. It is, again, quite chilly here, and I begin to wonder why anyone lives anywhere else than on an island during the summer. Why be hot? Why be sweaty and gross in the desert when you can be cool and charming in Nantucket? Just move here for the summer, stay in a cute hostel or maybe rent a home for a few months, and work remotely. We have computers that connect to each other anywhere we want to! Why do we not take advantage of this more often?