Adapting

We moved to Massachusetts back in August.  I’ve enjoyed being in this area.  This morning, driving to work, I was able to fully appreciate New England.  It was a balmy 6 degrees and the lake near my house was frozen solid.  Beautiful!  My coat has proven to be only mildly efficient, and I’m fairly certain that my hands are going to stick to the steering wheel when I leave work and drive home.  I completely understand the idea of Hot Hands now.  They make complete sense.  I’m contemplating swinging by Walgreen’s and picking a few up.

I know it sounds like I’m bitter and not enjoying the Northeast, but in all seriousness, I’m loving it.  I don’t want to go back to the warmth of Texas.  It just doesn’t appeal to me.  I’m looking at this new found home as the opportunity to look forward, not backwards.

Do I miss Texas?  No.  I miss people.  I miss my friends.  I miss my dad.

As I step outside into the 13 degree night, I will move quickly towards my car and not think about the 74 degrees in San Antonio.  I will walk forward and not look back.  Even though I am in the coldest place I’ve ever lived, I don’t feel the burden of the past here.  I feel the possibility of future adventures and healing old wounds.  I feel the exhilaration of change and the opportunity to grow.

I’m truly beginning to feel like myself.

A very cold version of myself though.

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