I have this secret fantasy. I wonder what it would be like to choose a place to live. Just get out a map, stick a pin on it, and move there.
As the Dallas temperatures continue at over 90 degrees and show no sign of stopping, I wonder what it would be like to experience a real fall. Brisk mornings and warm coffee. A light sweater.
As it’s usually 50 degrees at Christmas, I wonder what it would be like to experience white Christmas. Or, at the opposite spectrum, what it’s like to experience Christmas with long summer days like in Australia.
I wonder how long it would take for living on the beach to stop feeling like a vacation.
I wonder how long it would take to experience summer temperatures in which I could actually be outside and not overheat for the joy in that to end.
I wonder how long it would take to make me feel at home in San Miguel, Mexico or Paris, France.
I wonder how much of my “stuff” I’m willing to part with to make a move a reality.
I wonder if I could be like a turtle and RV it.
I wonder. ❤
P.S.: I write this from Oklahoma, where the temperature only rose to 70 degrees today. Still not cool enough for pumpkin spice anything.