If I were moving for the weather, I’d be going to Hawaii. That’s what I told friends in SoNewMex when they questioned why I was putting my house on the market and moving to Indiana. Fact is, I moved to be closer to family and, for the most part I am tickled to be home. (“For the most part” may be another story. Stay tuned.)
Why leave Las Cruces when the local chamber of commerce claimed 340 days of sunshine. What’s not to love about that plus the mountains, the desert, great friends? It was great – all that happy sunshine – for the most part.
But as a midwestern transplant, I actually missed cloudy days. Turns out I wasn’t alone. Even natives embraced the gray days. But then there were only 25 or so each year, right? I mean, according to the chamber. And even when it was overcast, the skies were not cloudy all day. (Insert smiley face here.) So why move to Indiana of all places, right?
I was in Hawaii in December 1988. While it was nice being on the beach December 9, it was just plain weird seeing palm trees decked out with tiny white lights while “White Christmas” was piped out over the oiled sun lovers. Weirder still was seeing decorated Christmas trees in condo windows. Sunny? 80 degrees? and I’m hearing “Mele Kalikimake”? I might have been more comfortable on the moon.
Strangely enough, I feel that way today Continue reading