well, we're in the midst of a blizzard here in Connecticut. My first thought since we're moving away from this weather-fiasco, SHOULD be, yay! No more snow! But it's not. I'm feeling conflicted, because I really do like the snow. I just hate everything that goes with it.
So I'm trying to find somewhere in Arizona where it snows occasionally. Flagstaff gets snow. But it's pricey. Unfortunately I don't understand the whole cost of living/conversion-ness between CT and AZ. Flagstaff might be quite comparable to CT, who knows?
I LOVE SNOW. I love almost everything about it. I love the beauty it creates on an otherwise hideous scenery. I love the serenity of it. I love the quiet it creates (except for an occasional car accident you'll hear). Time seems to stop when it snows, be it a few minutes, a few hours, or occasionally a day or two. It almost has a magical quality to it. It's beautiful, it's peaceful, it's happy. Of course, this feeling usually only lasts as long as it's falling. Then it's back to nasty ol' winter, with dirty snow on the ground that won't thaw and chilling cold winds.
So my new mission is to find somewhere in AZ where it snows sometimes, yet the average temp is still 70. And near some sort of water. I know there's no oceans or beaches in Arizona, but maybe something comperable? I'll find it and that's where I'll be happy :)
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