I am so tired of the desert. The only thing it had going for it was the low, low humidity. I can handle 112° with 12% humidity – it’s hot as hell but it’s no problem. But when it’s 109° with 37% humidity, I have to ask myself “why the hell am I here?”.
When I picture my future-self, it’s definitely not here. Not California or anywhere where sunshine is selling point. It’s in a place with an average of 60% cloud coverage and enough snow that requires you to invest in a show shovel. I picture big trees, deep lakes and green mountains – not the rocky, brown, shitty things we have around here.
I won’t be moving back to Texas either, I love it and seriously miss it, but I’m done with summer humidity. No more miserable heat; no sir, no mam, no way.
Anyway, this future-self of mine resides in solitude somewhere in the mountains of Colorado. Right near a small down with a population no greater than 2,000-3,000.
Of course, with all the luxuries of indoor plumbing and electricity; none of that dig-a-hole and shit in it nonsense.
And then, society can leave me the fuck alone – the sun too, I could do without him as well.