Sometimes I wake up in the morning thinking that life could not get any better…
And then I walk outside and its 82 degrees and the sun is burning a hole through the trees and I feel as though I am about to be vaporized.
Living in Miami sucks. There, I said it. It almost December. DECEMBER, people! My Northern and Western friends are complaining about SNOW. ICE. And I had to turn on the air conditioning in the car on the way to Petco today.
WTF?! I know. You’re thinking you would love to come to Miami and wear shorts in December. Yeah, whatever. Do you know how hard it is to get into the Christmas spirit when you have to keep the air conditioning running throughout December and its too hot to wear a sweater on Christmas?
Now, I am not saying I want to move to Iceland. I would settle for a city that experiences the four seasons. A city where the temperature on Christmas morning drops below 70 degrees. I want a fire pit in the backyard. I want to drink hot cocoa and not sweat. I want to wear all of my adorable sweater dresses and suede knee high boots more than 3 days in February – if I am lucky.
The older I get, the more frustrated with Miami. I’ve lived here my entire life. I want out. I want something different.