“I ran to Minneapolis, where it’s cold, and I figured I’d keep better.”
A simple quote from an older sitcom that speaks to me today.
I hate the heat.
We are stuck in the summer soup that is heat and humidity.
A place without harsh winters. A place without snow.
We had a 4 year stint in South Carolina. On our house-hunting trip, we commented to the realtor that there were no visible children in this community.
We quickly learned…they “summer” indoors. They don’t emerge voluntarily until about October.
There was no real Autumn, the brown leaves fell a little bit at a time. I missed Autumn.
Flowers bloomed all year long. While lovely, it always denied us the anticipation of a welcome Spring.
There was no snow. The first year there, we wore shorts to cut down our Christmas tree. There was something so very wrong about that.
So we ended up back in our home state of Pennsylvania.
The year we arrived here, there was a blizzard, almost 40 inches of snow in 2 days.
My kids were elated. The neighbors blamed us.
Now, we are free to go anywhere.
There are still some family obligations that are keeping us grounded here, but there is so much more to it than that.
I think we just might stay. Or move even further north.
And no one is more surprised than me.