dreamweaver

i've decided that someday i'm going to live in atlanta, georgia. i'm thinking one of the historic houses near grant park... hot summer days sitting out on the front porch drinking iced tea, watching my dog play in the yard, aiko laying at the bottom of the porch swing curled up under my feet.

i was watching some house remodeling show this weekend on tv and the girl was buying a house in the same area and it just looked so perfect, friendly neighbors, people with their southern accents - hey, maybe i can even fake one.
i just don't think i'm a northern girl. i don't think i've ever seen this much snow and ice in my life. it's so aggravating driving around on the big chunks of ice that are consuming the streets. my car wasn't made for off-roading.

i miss the giant thunderstorms that the southern states have and even the humidity. i really miss sitting outside on the front porch with my dad as the rain poured down around the house. those are some of the most peaceful times i've ever experienced. there's nothing like the smell of moisture in the air when you can tell it's going to rain, and you're racing home from work with the windows down, music blaring, trying to beat the storm.

there's nothing good or insightful i can say about snow and ice. it makes me fall and hurts my eyes. that's about it.