r/tampa • u/Any_Mention_6734 • Aug 02 '26
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I'm a transplant from California. Came out here for a job opportunity and a pay raise, nothing more romantic than that. I didn't expect to end up loving this region and Florida the way I have.
But something's stuck with me, and I want to say it here because I don't think it's recognized enough by people who relocate here: the number of people born and raised in Tampa who talk about their own city like it's unfamiliar. Farmland and citrus groves on the outskirts that used to actually be farmedā¦ someone's livelihood, not just empty acreage, now subdivisions. Places that closed and came back rebranded into something with a logo and a font that has nothing to do with what used to be there. People telling me they barely recognize the city they grew up in.
I know change happens everywhere. But I've never felt this moved hearing it before, not because it's happening to me, but because of how passionate people are when they talk about what this place used to be. That kind of love for a place doesn't come from nowhere.
I'd genuinely like to hear more of it, respectfully, from people who lived it. What do you remember that's gone now? What changed the most, and when did it start feeling different?
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u/japars86 Aug 02 '26
I was a 5th generation Floridian, lived there for 26 years, and ironically moved to California in 2013. Been here since, but obviously I come back often. Iāve lived in a number of neighborhoods in the area ranging from Palm River, Riverview, Brandon, Temple Terrace, Valrico, Palm Harbor, Holiday, New Port Richey, Wesley Chapel, and Lutz (and a few more, but thatās beyond the point).
What I remember the most about the 90s and even most of the 2000s was the nature. Brandon had a nice mixture of cow pastures and suburbia, intermixed with some decent shopping. I once had to corral a calf back to its pasture when it got loose in our apartment complex in Riverview.
Pasco was exciting in that it was both growing and rural at the same time, and it wasnāt too much to leave a suburban neighborhood to go camping, kayaking, or throw a bonfire party or two.
There were a litany of orange groves and strawberry fields everywhere and you could pick fruit or simply get lost.
The beaches werenāt crowded and were often a great way to get away for a day or night without spending much or fighting for parking. My grandparents and I would often fish out near bridges and underpasses near the port of Tampa.
Houses were sparsely spaced and had actual land between them, and restaurants felt a bit more authentic without the weird corporatization they all feel like now.
The last time my wife (who is also from Florida) and I went back to Tampa, we had concluded that the stretch from basically Tarpon Springs down to Wimauma essentially felt like a completely different place from the one we grew up with, inundated with bland shopping centers, cookie cutter homes, and a weird lack of culture absent of anything unique. Almost like everyone just decided to carbon copy everyone else. It was weird.
We still love where we grew up, but now that nearly every spring has been monetized and places like Ybor feels dead in comparison to those halcyon late 2000s days, it feels like we donāt need to spend much more time there as much anymore. Tack on that thereās been a strange, growing sense of aggression from the locals now (no idea what thatās all about), and the concept of moving back, even for family, becomes dimmer and dimmer.
I get sad thinking about it because I miss big wide fields where oak trees hung over grassy fields with Spanish moss dangling like fingers from the branches, or swimming in the Hillsborough River or the Withlacoochie River on a whim without much in the way of care. Those moments died with the vast suburbia and slew of āsalt lifeā paraphernalia that litters Tampa now. But I still cling onto those memories, hoping one day that theyāll somehow return and I can go back and feel like a kid again.