Winter is upon us! Gasp! Honestly, growing up in South Florida, I always imagined I’d settle up north… in the cold, mountains regions…?. There was something so romantic about the concept of “seasons”, and “white Christmases” that I’d gotten glimpses of in movies, and that seemed so elusive in my sunny West Palm Beach home only a couple miles from the beach. I don’t say that to brag, instead I say that to chuckle at myself. The grass always seems greener, right, even when that green grass is covered in snow. Now, nearly eight years later, after toughing it out through some of New England’s record-breaking blizzards, I fantasize about the warmth of the South. And being able to bury my feet in the sand, as I’m sure nearly the rest of the world does too.
It’s fine. Actually, it’s better than fine. I feel so lucky, regardless; being able to sit by my window, with my warming cup of Earl Grey and a couple of my fresh out-of-the-oven gooey, chocolate chip muffins, and type this post is lovely. Those warming foods do just enough to bring me back there, to those moments in my past. And that’s perfect, actually. Because I can make the memory of home even better each time I think of it.