{Re}locate

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.