I said to hubs the other day, that although I love the winter weather in South Texas, pretty much everything else is better here at home.
We got a little skiff of snow yesterday (feature photo), but temps are going to be above freezing from now until the end of the month, so it’ll all be melted in a couple of days.
Things are easier here.
I can walk across the street and through a parking lot to get to a familiar, large and newly renovated supermarket. It’s a Co-op store that I’ve shopped at since I was old enough to drive here from our home town (18 miles/28 km away).
It’s a 2-block walk from our condo building to the downtown area, and I can be guaranteed that on any walk to the grocery store or the downtown area, I’ll run into someone I’ve known all of my life.
Family is here. My mom lives less than two blocks away. I have two sisters who also live here, and another sister and my brother live in our home town (20 minute drive away). My dad’s youngest sister is more like a big sister than an aunt to me. She and her husband live across the street from us.
Our walking trails are beckoning already. In Texas, my walking route is around our RV park … over and over again for 6 months.
Here, I can walk on a different path every day for weeks on end and always see something new. In addition, many of the groomed trails are on the city outskirts (which I also walk to) and are beautiful nature trails among wildlife habitats.
I like our Canadian bread, beef, eggs, flour, and poultry better. It’s all in what you get used to.
We have many restaurants in walking distance and there’s a new movie theatre nearing completion two blocks from here.
The ice hockey rink is nearby and the junior team hubs played with many years ago is in playoffs now. We’ll definitely be attending some games and he’ll no doubt touch base with friends from “back in the day”.
There’s so much more, but I think by now, that you get the picture.
As Dorothy Gale’s famous final line says, “There’s no place like home”.
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