Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Because in my past life I might have lived south of the equator...

I like hot weather. There's something sultry about it. It warms my bones, it warms my soul.

Yes I'm the same girl that lived in New England for 22 years. I enjoyed watching the snow fall, but didn't last long playing in it. I hated being cold and wet.

It's true the first year I lived in Georgia I actually started crying because it was still hovering near the 90-degree mark in late September. My body wasn't used to it. It was supposed to be cool and crisp and the leaves were supposed to change to beautiful colors, not dry up and fall to the ground.

Now, 13 years later, I enjoy the hot, sticky weather. I suppose my blood has thinned, and my psyche has gotten used to it. Disney World in July? We didn't think twice about planning our vacation there. When we invited my brother-in-law to be our "manny" he said something about the heat there in Florida. He's a northerner.

My ultimate dream is to be a beach bum in Key West, with a boat drink in one hand, my Kindle in the other, singing along to Jimmy Buffett tunes. A girl can dream, can't she?

1 comment:

~**Dawn**~ said...

I know exactly what you mean!! It's in the mid 90s today & I'm in jeans. Not because I'm cold but because it doesn't bother me one bit to be wearing them despite the thermometer's reading. When they run the a/c in the office at 68 degrees & I'm starting to turn a frosty shade of blue, they always say "You're from New England, you should be used to this!" To which I reply, if I wanted to be this cold, I would still live there. Don't get me wrong. I love the Floridian definition of Winter--because it feels like Autumn to me. The only downfall I've found is the 97% humidity. Heat, fine. Bu I don't want the option to scoop up a handful of air & throw it like a slushball. =P