I have a confession to make. I miss Arizona. I miss family and friends and warmth and I really miss our house. I miss going outside in January without a jacket, wearing flip flops on my feet. I miss having windows open and smelling the citrus blossoms. I miss not worrying about the next big snowstorm.
I only say this now because it is the beginning of March and the winter here seems so long to me. I love the change of seasons. I love how green it is here in the spring and summer and the beautiful jewel tones of fall. I even love the snow, for awhile.
However, when it is really cold and dreary, gray and cold, I miss Arizona. I do not feel this way from May to November. I think I would be a perfect snowbird. Yet another dream for when we magically win the lotto.