Ironically, these past few days have been the first in a while that I haven’t wanted to float away. Things are good, and though they never really got bad, it would have been hard to convince my mind of that. It was an unpredictable slump, one I didn’t even know I was in until I was in it.

It seemed like everything I wanted to be opposed what actually was. I wanted to feel happy, I felt sad. I wanted to feel satisfied, I felt frustrated and angry. I wanted to feel light, I felt heavy. I felt like I was just above, watching my life from the outside, and unable to act.

Nothing was falling into place, and before I realized it, I was letting everything slip. I think I spent the entire month of August wrestling between being rebellious and not caring and simultaneously beating myself up for doing just that.

But now, for whatever reason, I feel better. I’ve started to care again, to not only feel the need to feel better, but to also feel that I have the ability to do it.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, except to say that this phase, or whatever it’ll look like in hindsight, seems to have passed. And I don’t feel like floating away any more. Which is probably good, because that should limit more random posts wherein I attempt to distract with photos.

So, for what it’s worth, bring on September. Yee ha! And giddy up. And whatever else might keep this state of mind around.

When I was younger, I always thought the phrase “If you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes” was only a Colorado phrase. After all, it is true here. Storms blow in and out in a matter of minutes, you can wake up to snow and then drive home later with your windows down. Parka in the morning, shorts in the afternoon.

It was only as I got older and started listening to what others said (read: started paying attention to someone other than myself) about where they lived that I realized this phrase counts for pretty much everywhere. While the Northeast is known for a consistently snowy winter, and the South is known for a consistently humid summer, and the Northwest for it’s consistent… uhhh? What? Clouds? Someone in each of those places will promise you that the weather is not something on which you can rely. One moment you’re blinking in the sun, the next you’re running for cover from the pouring rain.

As every place does have it’s “normal” weather patterns, I can remember always being thankful to live in Colorado and listing the bad-tempered weather as a reason why. Now, I know better. And really, it seems to be less about weather anymore, anyway. This makes my more logical—and perhaps reaching— adult mind come to the conclusion that if I’ve been waiting five minutes here, I could wait five minutes anywhere.

For the next few days, in fact, I’m going to be waiting five minutes in a place something like 3,000 miles from Colorado. And guess what? It’s true there, too. Five minutes, ten minutes… whatever. And maybe you don’t really need to run from the rain anyway, because where I’m going you really have no place to be.

So I’d like to pose a question (or two): What do you love about where you live? AND, do you think you could love somewhere else just as much?

I’m excited to see the answers to this. I’d like to believe I could make a life anywhere, regardless of surroundings, but I don’t know. (Though I would be lying if I said it wouldn’t always be a little about the weather.)