I remember the day I found out not everyone had to deal with 30 below, or 100 degree days. I guess I kind of knew, but I had never really thought about it. I remember asking my mother, "Why do we live here?" She mumbled something about good schools. It was a 100 degree day at the time, and she was in no mood for stupid questions. A week ago I saw an internet meme that said, "The air hurts my face. Why do I live somewhere... where the air hurts my face?" It didn't sound like a dumb questions to me.
Yesterday morning I opened my hand because my fingers hurt from the tight fists I was making. I looked at my palm and saw my 98° hand was smoking in the -20° air. I instantly came to two realizations. The first is that my new gloves are very comfortable, but obviously let too much of my body heat escape. The second is that I'm not going to stay.
Since the weather is my biggest factor in leaving, I think it's safe to say I'll be leaving before a winter. The question is, 'Which winter?' Or a better question might be, 'How many more Minnesota winters for me?' Three seems like overkill. I don't think I need that much time to figure out what I want to do. One seems doable, but I don't want to rush. So two it is. I'm planning to leave fall of 2019.
As for "where?", I do have some ideas, but that's another blog post.