I haven’t experienced more than three weeks of a New England winter in nearly seven years. Living in Queensland, AUS has certainly made me soft.
The last time I saw snow was a family Christmas visit in 2007. I brought home a bottle of O.P. Bundaberg rum that was cracked open the night I arrived at my parents’ house. My father and I had drinks and caught up around 2am which felt like noon according to my body clock.
My loves-to-shop European Mother (half Italian half Polish) woke me up about two hours after I passed out to go shoe shopping.
The next thing I remember is standing in the middle of Kohl’s department store (Mom’s favorite!) listening to a very dodgy version of ‘Deck the Halls’ by Willy Nelson.
So with my fingers crossed and nothing fueling this ride except raw determination and a ‘why the hell not?’ attitude … I bid the approaching Australian summer a temporary adieu.
