I grew up in Maryland, but the year I graduated college, my parents moved to Chicago, then about five years after that they moved to Dallas. They're finally moving back to Maryland, and it has been fascinating listening to each parent talk about and react to the new places, including the fairly different climates.
(I am happy for _so many reasons_ that my parents will be leaving TX, but one of the smaller ones is that mom is no good in the heat, it makes her MS flare up, and while MD has some hot days in the summer, it's a normal summer length, and not "the only nice 70 days are in February and then it's 90+ for five straight months")
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Oh, and I suppose I've got a big change-weather-moment of my own. I knew I was gonna go to Boston for college out of whatever weird affection for the town I had gathered as a child. Three months in, I flew home for the weekend to see the high school play and break up with my shitty HS boyfriend (as one does as a college freshman). It was an emotionally charged and intense weekend!
I flew home and took the T back. When I reached Porter Square station, it was quiet and late. I ascended the long escalators, then stepped out of the station doors, and into a world muffled by gently falling snow.
"Ah", my brain said, as I paused there in the doorway, my heart full. "I am Home."
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(I am happy for _so many reasons_ that my parents will be leaving TX, but one of the smaller ones is that mom is no good in the heat, it makes her MS flare up, and while MD has some hot days in the summer, it's a normal summer length, and not "the only nice 70 days are in February and then it's 90+ for five straight months")
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Oh, and I suppose I've got a big change-weather-moment of my own. I knew I was gonna go to Boston for college out of whatever weird affection for the town I had gathered as a child. Three months in, I flew home for the weekend to see the high school play and break up with my shitty HS boyfriend (as one does as a college freshman). It was an emotionally charged and intense weekend!
I flew home and took the T back. When I reached Porter Square station, it was quiet and late. I ascended the long escalators, then stepped out of the station doors, and into a world muffled by gently falling snow.
"Ah", my brain said, as I paused there in the doorway, my heart full. "I am Home."
~Sor