We in Florida are kind of spoiled. So many of our days are sunny and warm that we (or at least I) tend to pout when it's cold and gray. I decided a long time ago that it would be stupid to move to Florida and complain about the summer heat, but I feel perfectly justified whining about the cold. After all, if I wanted chilly dark days, I would have stayed up north. I do know, though, that it's much colder up north now than it is in Florida, so I take some comfort in that.
I've been feeling a strong sense of wanderlust. Other than a quick overnight trip to Orlando here and there, I haven't been away since the beginning of June, one of my longest stay-home periods in recent years. My home is nice enough -- warm and cozy with all my favorite things -- but I love to travel. I got my passport last year but decided instead of going out of the country to go to Santa Fe instead, and now as I'm fantacizing about being elsewhere, I can see the bright blue skies of New Mexico as clearly as if I were standing under them. I can feel "my" comfy booth at the Plaza Cafe beneath me as I look out the window onto the town square. The reason Santa Fe charms me so much isn't something I can articulate, but when I'm there I feel a strong sense of belonging and being in the right place.
Still, I would never leave Florida to live somewhere that's cold most of the year. If I wanted to do that, I'd move closer to my oldest son and granddaughters instead. My middle son says I should go someplace I haven't been when I'm ready to take my next trip, but I'm unconvinced. My airline credit expires the beginning of June; I just might have to plan another Santa Fe trip before that. I've never been in May. I bet that's a nice time of year to go.
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