Don’t ever introduce me to your friends.
Don’t ever say, “This is my friend, Sue” and expect me to let you stop there.
I am not just “Sue”.
I am “Sue from Miami (as in Florida) who misses it everyday of her life and hates winter, and snow, and temperatures below 80′, and misses her family and the ocean and her idyllic sunshiny upbringing….”
It is all I talk about.
It is silly and shallow.
It is the thing that defines me.
You would think that someone who so obviously and obnoxiously pines for her hometown would just move back there- problem solved. Problem complicated. It is so complicated that it is no longer even a problem. The thing is, I have an amazing life. I live outside Washington DC (brrrrr) with a HOT husband and three little kids who have their own idyllic childhood going on. They love seasons, and snowmen, and scraping ice off the windshield. They are comfortable with blue fingers and crusty nostrils. They don’t mind kicking off their boots and treading through melted snow in their socks. Pale grey misty skies do not depress them. This is their home… and I get that.
However, none of that noble insight will stop me from crying the blues every fall. When the natives here smile with deep contentment at the start of autumn- sweatshirts and football and rust-colored leaves- I wrap my arms around my knees and rock quietly in the corner in a catatonic trance mumbling “it’s only eight months, it’s only eight months”.
And I survive the eight months of 50′ and raining, the occasional blizzards and ice storms, the layers and layers of Under Armour and Gore-Tex required just to ensure my kids survive the trip to school. I breathe in and out, deeply and calmly, for months on end- until the glorious burst of light and heat expodes in June. And then I shed all of my clothes and lie prostrate to the sun, overwhelmed by its goodness. And I am happy.
Other things about me… I I have a manic passion for lots of things including reading, running, and margaritas. I am a self-proclaimed expert on tiki bars. My soul has an uncanny resemblance to a petite, bald, country music cowboy. I love old people and I hope to be one someday. I believe in kindness. I love old Catholic churches- the smell of incense and spooky organ music. I know that I married the perfect person for me. I enjoy being the mother of the three little people I birthed.
I thank God everyday for knowing what is best for me.