The rain stopped sometime this morning, but the sky won't clear before tonight or maybe tomorrow. The asphalt parking lot still looks a little wet. We're downwind from Lake Erie and Lake Michigan here, and the clouds rule most of the cold season.
I'm not forever restless and ready to leave any given place like I once was, but if I move along in the future, climate or weather will have everything to do with it. My sinuses never liked Ohio humidity, and my lungs have joined in that chorus. They both want to go to the Southwest until wildfire season comes. Then there's no good place to be except maybe the Dakotas. My knees, meanwhile, have grown creaky and they object to my enduring winters here. Climate change or desert air would help with that, or I could go to Florida for the few months between hurricane season and extreme humidity, except for the bugs there. I know, by this time, that I'm not going to find one place with a great year-round climate except a couple of places I can't afford.
I know people who live on wheels. Needless to say, there are drawbacks to that, too.
The bottom line, though, is simpler than that. I don't get much attachment to places, and there's a family history going back more than a century on both sides. What I get attached to is people. I have grandchildren, "family of origin," and close friends now that I never dreamed of in my younger days. I'll probably move around this part of the city, but I won't be leaving the area "for good" without a damn good reason.
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