Where we live it has just cooled off.  I'm sure it won't stay that way for long, but the humidity is down, the windows are open and the a/c is off.  It's the middle of October and I'm just now starting to think about long pants.  I think I'm starting to like winter.

My hubby and I both grew up in a state where ice, snow, and freezing temps were just a part of the norm.  While I liked snow as a kid, as an adult I could so do without it.  I take no pleasure in being cold.  My hubby hates to wear too many layers of clothes and getting my son to wear a shirt to school is a major feat. 

Last year,  our first in the south, my mind kept waiting for that day to come.  You know the one where you pack up the flip flops, you resign yourself to no longer wear capris because your ankles are freezing.  It never really happened.  While I did move onto jeans, I proudly wore my flip flops while Christmas shopping.  I even wore them in February!

Today we woke up with the windows open.  But instead of dreading the impending cold, I know I won't have to pack away the flip flops anytime soon.  That's great because besides boots and workout tennies I have one pair of closed toe shoes. 

Some people may enjoy the beauty of snow the briskness of the cool air, not us.  Yes,  the summers are hot, but not anymore than where we used to live.  So now my years feel complete.  There is no longer a winter in which I prefer to hibernate.  By moving south we've added an extra three to four months of life to each year for our family.  Gotta go, I'm going to open more windows!