It usually takes until the end of January for the Montana winter to freeze my Southern soul. And, well, here we are. This is usually when I start threatening to move, to fly south for the rest of the winter. I start thinking it must be nice in New Mexico this time of year and I tell Seth, over and over again, that’s where I’m headed. We saw an old friend this weekend who now lives in Texas.
“Y’all should come on down,” he said. “There’s a lot of work. You could live in Austin for six months.”
That got me thinking about the Lone Star state and I even dreamed about walking around in a tank top in the middle of winter there. I don’t actually know if that’s possible in Texas but from where I’m sitting layered and wrapped in fleece, I like to think it is.