A long time ago in a far away portion of my memory, I lived in "The North". In fact, I still have family and friends in "The North". Now that I live in Houston, I have come to appreciate the those hearty souls that occupy the nether regions north of Dallas. You may be a bit confused at this attitude of mine but there is one simple reason for it......it is cold up there in "The North".
I have recently returned from a trip up there. A trip where I was being enticed to move back up there. Sure, the leaves were turning colors and on the surface, it looked wonderful. The wind was blowing and there was the smell of fall in the air. Folks were serving wonderfully hearty soups and stews (as is the tradition), a cup of hot apple cider or a hot toddy in my hand. I pulled out the jackets that were gathering mothballs at my apartment in Houston. I was sporting a fashionable sweater... it was all looking and feeling good. I will admit that I went to bed that evening feeling really good about a return.
Then it happened...
I awoke the next morning and went for my walk. It was 25 degrees and the wind was blowing. I think my nose and right ear froze and fell off...
So I returned back to the comforts (68 degrees) of Houston and immediately drove to Galveston for a day at the beach. Mid-November and I am walking on the beach with the sand in my toes and dipping my feet into the warm Gulf of Mexico. Yeah...
So while I will have to travel back up there for the Christmas holidays, I think that it will be a good thing. It will simply remind me that I really like Houston.
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