It's a fact: I love cold weather. Autumn came so abruptly this year, I almost didn't even realize it was happening. Yet, here we are, with mild days and chilly nights, multi-colored trees and mugs of hot drinks. It's strange, but I feel that, in the face of leaving all of this behind, I'm experiencing the fall weather of Chattanooga for the first time in my life. I had to winterize my bedroom last night, flannel sheets and a space heater and the whole sh-bang. It's caused me to once again take a step back and realize that I live the good life, everyday.
It's a strange sensation, the possibility of giving up the comfort of my southern home to pursue my life's dream out west. The South is all I've ever known. The trees and mountains and decidedly indecisive weather have been consistent throughout my existence. It's not that I'm second guessing myself for leaving, its just that I'm not looking forward to the prospect of adjusting. On the other hand, perhaps such adjustment is exactly what's needed for me to break free of this gripping complacency I'm constantly fighting. Perhaps I need a change.
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