Speaking of the weather...

(doesn't it consume your life too?)

... today is GLORIOUS. Holy smoke-a-rooskies. Wish you were here and able to bask in the Cedar sunshine-y-ness with us. Wow.

So when I was little (as I've mentioned before), I LOVED being a Californian. Loved the weather. Loved the beach. Loved the fog in the mornings and blue skies at noon. Loved not wearing winter coats. Loved it all.

And then I grew up (of sorts) and moved to the lush land of Provo, Utah. And I feel in love all over again. Daffodils aren't only sold in stores?! They actually poke their little heads up all over town? And trees blossom for real? And snow?! Goodness, I'd never really had a face to face interaction with Mr. Snowman before. I found we were friends! I learned to love seasons with a passion I didn't know was in me.

And I vowed to always live in a place with seasons. All four of them in all their glory. Because my children, I decided, needed to experience this passion.

And then I lived in Honduras for a while. I was in smack dab middle of the country in the mountains. No beach front humidity there (there were pine trees growing next to banana trees, I kid you not). Yes it was definitely a bit more moist that Utah, but I didn't gag water in my sleep.  But it was HOT. Oh so hot. And I fell head over heals in love with that hot Honduran sunshine (and inevitable breezes). I only endured the cold and rainy days--preferring to bask in my own sweat than the drip drop of the skies. (I'm being serious.)

And then I moved back to Utah and pulled all those warm wool sweaters from their hiding places and remembered the thrill of changing leaves, snowmen, and daffodils. And I questioned my sanity to love that Honduran heat so intensely. My first few winters back didn't feel long enough or cold enough or snowy enough. I fell back in love with seasons like never before.

But a strange thing happened this last winter.

It wasn't the same as my previous Utah winters. This time around (like never before) I was not at liberty to romp roam in the winter-ness. And it was because I actually had a child. And since I didn't want him getting sick (oh and didn't really have a car available to me all that often or need to go walking), I didn't leave the house much. We went from daily summer/fall walks to homebound coldness. And suddenly winter wasn't all that glamorous.

If it's too cold to go for a walk for four months straight, it's too cold.

And so I'm left with a great big I DON'T KNOW when it comes to what I want or envision for myself when it comes to settling down in life. (You know, as far as where and what kind of weather)

Good thing we'll be applying to 12-15 law schools all (and I mean ALL) over the country and we don't have to make the decision quite yet. But, humph. I feel like I should really want to live somewhere specific

(other than Virginia. I'll always want to live in Virginia. I just don't know if that's realistic yet).

So who knew weather could be so all-consuming? Who knew I cared or thought about it this much.