On the eve of a blizzard in New York City, I am so happy I live in Houston, where the high today was 65 degrees and I went to yoga in just a tank top and pants. The winters here are fantastic, and the beautiful weather puts me in a good mood on so many days. But...a tiny part of me wishes I was in New York this week. The foot of snow we got the winter I lived there was beautiful (for a day), and there is something fun about preparing for bad weather and slogging through it (again: for a day).  You can walk to the grocery store and to a friend's house and even to Central Park if you want. And bad weather is an excuse to curl up in bed with a movie once you've braved the world. In New York you think you are at the center of the universe, and in a way you are. Seeing photos online of snowing falling on the streets of New York made me a little nostalgic. I had a great year there. 

But on day two of a blizzard - day three? It's not one bit fun anymore. So tomorrow I will miss New York. On Wednesday I'll be so glad my home is in Texas.