Yep, it's that time of year again.
Time for me to settle into my serious "I HATE the Desert" funk. As opposed to my less serious "I Hate the Desert" funk, in which I wallow from November to April.
There is nothing redeeming about this place. After four years, I have yet to find beauty in the desert. There are parts of the Southwestern US that are quite pretty, and some that are truly stunning.
The major metropolitan area in which I live is definitely not one of them.
I've already managed one weekend getaway several weeks ago. I traded 110+ degree desert weather for 90+ degree, steamy, sticky Miami weather. I'm sure that climate gets on one's nerves over time, but for 3 1/2 days I soaked up some humidity and drank in the lush foliage that's everywhere in south Florida.
Even the weeds are prettier in Miami.
I'm realizing that I can't make peace with the idea of a long-term future living where we live right now. Something's gotta give.
(sigh)
