My life is such a paradoxical adventure. For instance, take my geographical situation. All indicators point to the notion that maybe I'm a Northern soul. I grew up in the South, hated Country music (though I don't anymore), never really owned a pair of boots of my own, and I hated stereotypes (!).
Okay, so that's not an accurate description of the South, either. But I've always had this feeling I should be somewhere else. New York, I think, has been calling me my whole life, even though in my childhood New York, especially New York City, was like a foreign planet or something.
But, I've got to tell you, I can't stand cold weather. I just can't. I might as well be in Antartica as Georgia right now, and it's only 26 degrees. Well, that's not too shabby. Way to go, Athens!
But, either way, we're not having record snowfall and cold and such down here, and even the mildness of our winter is crazy to me.
But, someday, I do plan on living in New York City, whether I can stand the cold or not. It's not a matter of choice. It's fate, damnit! Sorry, I just wanted to complain about how cold it is for a little while. I hope you didn't mind.