I'm sure we all miss things about our former homes. Being from Minnesota there were times in the last couple of years down here when I actually missed the smell of cold, clean air and the feel of snowflakes on my face. Then I just reminded myself that the air and snowflakes were usually part of a scenario where I'm out in the driveway cussing out the snow blower for not starting, or digging out the four-foot windrow of snow that the plow threw up all over the back of my Ranger as it went by--immediately after I got the driveway shoveled out.
We all tend to idealize things. But then reality slaps us across the face. A few days ago I got back from four days in Minnesota--four days filled with wind, rain, sleet, and overwhelming grayness. Nothing green, at a time of year when things should be greening up with a vengeance. Minnesota's fishing opener is in two weeks and there is real concern in the northern parts of the state that the ice won't be off the lakes in time. As much as I loved visiting my family I was never so happy as I was getting on that 737 and going back to the Sun.
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