When does it get better?

I realize looking at homes for sale in the old neighborhood is probably a bad idea. Thinking about a girls' night out at the Mexican restaurant isn't helping. I even bought some closed toe shoes and that's just not making me less "homesick."

Hopefully, with school starting soon, I'll get back into the workforce and make my own place here, but I keep looking for jobs 1200 miles away. That's a tough commute.

Today's craving: Tim Horton's Iced Cappuccino.

On the up side, I have two new lizards in the back yard: a basilisk (www.enchantedlearning.com/subjects/reptiles/lizard/Basilisk.shtml) and an iguana. One of them likes bananas.Here's a link to a cool article on National Geographic's website about the basilisk or Jesus lizards: news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2004/11/1116_041116_jesus_lizard.html

It comes down to this: I wouldn't mind vacationing here, but living here is getting really boring. It's not that I'm a glutton for punishment, but I miss the changing leaves, watching the shoots come out of the ground - wondering if the hyacinths are coming back, the daffodils peeking out of the ground. I miss the snow too. Not the ice and the bitter wind, mind you, but the quiet blanket of white that covers everything and makes it all white and forces everyone inside to bundle up and be together. I'm tired of painting my toenails and wearing shorts or capris and open-toed shoes.

There's always winter break, I suppose.