Every once in a while, especially lately, I'll feel a twinge.
An I-Miss-Colorado twinge. I miss P a bunch, but I hadn't had too many Colorado-particular sads until lately. The snow began falling there and threw me off my game.
As I'm sure you can guess, it's not snowing in Memphis. It's cold at night, and all that. But it's just not the same thing.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm enjoying being in Memphis. I like that I was driving distance (a long drive, but driveable) to my family for Thanksgiving- the first I've spent with them since 2006. I like that my friends are all around, even if I don't actually SEE them. I like that I will be here to help my bestie K plan her wedding. I like my job, and my paycheck, and my day to day life. And my years in Colorado feel a bit like a dream or a vision of a past-life... I'm not sure it all actually happened, because it doesn't seem real.
But y'all. I miss the snow.
I was handling it, though, and doing fine. Until Dooce had to go and push me over the edge with her post today which highlighted the below video.
[scattered flurries] from felt soul media on Vimeo.
