I wanted to go, and visit my sister in Long Island. It’s still four months short of two years since last I saw her. It’s so cold out there, which puts a damper on my longing to see her.
She is unwell at the moment. She is unlikely to feel glad at my coming. No doubt, if I mention a visit from me, she will brush away my excuses, or any assumptions I have.
Thinking of ice, and snow makes me glad that I am in Houston. I love snow for short duration. I will like it from far away.
At the moment here, it’s either cloudy, or it is constant rain. Last night my son, and I were going for a walk, when he looked out, and found it was raining. I had already put on my shoes. I took them off, and went upstairs to retrieve my umbrella. My son went on a quest to find an umbrella for himself.
This year four new umbrellas were bought. They are all missing. They have disappeared. The only one is mine, which I guard, that’s why it’s still with me. This morning I saved it from disappearing (for forever) when I remembered leaving it in the hallway to dry off, after coming back from the walk. I collided with my son (with my rush to get down) on the stairs, while he was coming up to say “Salam” to me in the morning.
So, I was the only person to venture out in the rain to walk, and my son went back to watching some old sitcoms of his childhood.
If you were asked to spend a year living in a different location, where would you choose and why?