When I first decided to create this blog some four years ago I thought to would be a good way to chronicle my travels through my life while I lived in the Pacific. Well so much for that.... It was a combination of excuses I guess and in hindsight I wish I had but it wasn't until this my second mid-autumn back on the mainland that I decided to write again. Sitting on my front porch last night and feeling the brisk fingers of the fall wind winding through the trees still lush with their summer foliage depresses me. Now matter how beautiful fall looks or feels it inevitably will turn to winter.
I despise winter.
I don't need seasons.
I'm a tropical girl, I can travel when I want to see snow I have no desire to live in it again.
I tried that in 2006 when I moved to Little Sand Bay in Wisconsin to work for NPS at Apostle Island National Lakeshore. I lived inside the park in park housing on the south west shore of Lake Superior. It was beautiful, amazing, and cold. Crazy cold, like below freezing for weeks at a time cold. I moved there in the October and was there through January, some would say I didn't stay through the worst, but I had a good enough taste to know it wasn't for me. The only plus was that at least the snow is pretty and unlike growing up on the coastal plain of North Carolina where it was just to the bone wet cold with little to no snow. In Wisconsin once it snowed the snow really never goes away. So everyday looks like a storybook Christmas morning.
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| A frozen afternoon on Lake Superior |
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So I'm on my porch getting that first sinking feeling that fall is really here and I need to come to grips that summer is leaving and I need to get warmer clothes because I still haven't broken down and bought a winter coat yet, because I really don't fill like I'm really living back here if I don't own one.
I know it doesn't make any sense but it helps...
