Tap your heels three times...

The picture and the context say it all... THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!
Oh the sunshine, blue skies, warm winter weather, and being able to go to the beach in January, wearing shorts, tank tops, and flip flops. Too bad my friends here are total flakes. I don't care, the weather is enough!
I think I really do suffer from that Seasonal Affective Disorder. (SAD) I get sulky and moody if it's cloudy for more than a day, and prior to leaving my own place it had been overcast and cold for days on end. I'm talking low 40's even 30's! Oh and the wind! I was waiting for the bus one morning and the bus bench was glittering. I looked and then touched the seat; there was frost on the seat! The grass along the parking lot of my job was also white with frost. I know, that's not a big deal to people from up north, but for me it was enough to call my friends and whine as dramatically as possible. Thank God I brought all the winter gear I used in college. Even though the temperature is the same in my college town and the new city...I don't know, at least when it was cold in college it was sunny and the sky was a sharp, clear blue.
That blue was ripped out of the sky and placed into the eyes of someone. A blue that can easily be confused with the pool in which he spends so much of his time. A blue that makes me smile. A blue that makes me think of sunny skies and deep oceans. A blue that makes me at once feel at home and far away. Sorry Taylor Swift, loving him is BLUE!

Home Sweet Home

I can't believe I'm actually going to say this; I am very happy to be back home. I missed the sunshine, warm weather and blue skies. I missed the friendly, familiar faces, but most of all I missed feeling wanted. My family members drove each other crazy when they came to visit me and there were a few times when I kind of regretted asking them to come all the way out to visit me, but I'm happy to be home. I'm actually going to have FUN! No more going to the local bar to drink and simply waste time; I'm going to go out and dance and flirt. I'm not going to bitch about going grocery shopping tomorrow because I will kiss every inch of my favorite grocery store. It really is a place where shopping is a pleasure. I've come to realize that. Tomorrow when I get dressed, I won't need to wear two pairs of leggings plus jeans, thick socks and boots and layer after layer of sweaters and long sleeve shirts and coats and scarves and gloves. Oh no siree, I will wear itty bitty little shorts and teeny tiny tank tops and strappy sandals or cute flip flops. I can relax, be cute, and not have to worry about fat, jealous bitches giving me the evil eye. My sense of humor has already come back and I'm not as uptight and out of the loop anymore. I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22! I can't wait to see all my friends and family again because, yes, I've missed them.
We'll call this chapter of my life a stage, a filler. Maybe a few years from now I'll realize the importance of this chapter, but right now I want out so badly. In about a month or two, I'll start looking to transfer my job, not quit, just transfer to the branch much closer to home. And sunshine. And warm weather.....God and I want to live in New York?????