I signed up for National Blog Post Month a day or two ago but I’m just not getting around to working on writing anything else for October since we got back from vacation.  NaBloPoMo prompt for yesterday was: List two things (however close or far) that your current home is between. I guess it makes sense to kind of describe where I live since I just got back from Florida and now I’m reacquainting myself with the place.

My current home is between Denmark and Ireland.  Between Scotland and France.  Between the Angel of the North and St. James’s Park.  Between Edinburgh and York. Between Oslo and Dublin.

I’ve posted pictures of all the things I’ve seen since I’ve been here.  I have parks, museums, art galleries, castles, cathedrals, buses, trains, pubs, hills, rain, libraries and soccer here.  I eat beans on toast with my eggs in the morning.  I drink Earl Gray with rich tea biscuits (I still call them cookies.)  I don’t have humidity or giant wasps.  I don’t have to hear about shootings each day, or worry about dog attacks while walking, or wait in traffic on I-4.

I miss being in Florida, but I like it here too.  There are pros and cons to each place.  Here I don’t have a 24 hour Wal-Mart or a car to scoot around in.  I can’t wash my hair in the morning and go outside.  I can’t wear flip flops and shorts for 10-11 months out of the year.  But I didn’t always live in Florida and I wasn’t always without seasons.  I lived in Ohio for the first twelve years of my life.  I played in the snow and carved pumpkins.  I remember those days well and England reminds me of living there.

So yes, where I live in a seven hour flight away from where I use to live but I manage just fine.  The leaves are beginning to fall and the wind has picked up.  Our house is in a place that is in between seasons – something I haven’t really experienced for 22 years.  It’s nice to be between something new for a change.  It’s not like Florida is going anywhere – it’s always waiting for me. (Just like that Target store!)