It's hot here in Florida. Really, really hot. This, of course, is not news. Or shouldn't be. And after living here for eight years, you would think I'd be used to it. But every year when the calendar indicates Fall, I get a little nostalgic for sweaters, fires in the fireplace, trips to the wine country (of MO) to enjoy the fall foliage, long hikes through the woods and bundling up to watch football.
I love Fall. I just don't like what comes next. I moved to Florida to get away from Winter. I hated that season my whole life. And after developing a health condition that was aggravated by cold, damp weather, I had the perfect excuse to escape. I quit my job, left the only home I'd ever known and moved to a place where I knew no one. And I have never looked back.
There are many things I love about living in Florida. But I will admit that this time of year, when everyone else is talking about cool weather and we are still enduring temps in the 90s, I do get a little jealous. One reason I chose to live in Northeast Florida, however, is that there is a change of seasons here. It is subtle and short lived, but it is there.
We do actually get some cold weather. In fact, last winter was the coldest in over 30 years. And it was cold by any one's standards, not just wimpy Floridians. The cooler weather, however, will not come until November or December. Until then, it's going to be hot.
I'm trying to decide what to dress DD up for Halloween. I'd love to do Winnie the Pooh, one of her favorites. But the costumes I have seen would be way too hot for Florida. Which is so hard for me to wrap my head around. Growing up I had the opposite problem; my parents usually made me wear a coat over my costume.
Do not get me wrong. When it gets to the point when everybody up north is freezing their a**es off, I will be very happy to be right here in the Sunshine State. I have been known once or twice to even gloat about it. But right now? All I'm doing is sweating! And hoping for the weather forecast to catch up to the calendar.