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.
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!)