It seemed like a good idea at the time

and sometimes it still does, as robin notes in her post, Dharma Bums: 48 Degrees 03' North; 122 Degrees 47' West. Snow in mid-Arpil was enough to make us think all the hecklers were right and that we were crazy to move north - until we learned that my parents in Virginia and inlaws in Cleveland all got more snow and colder temperatures than we did here.

Even if the relative amounts of snow were reversed, it only takes a glance out the window or a drive downtown to remember why it seemed like a good idea, and still does.

Robin expresses it more eloquently than I do, and besides, she has great otter pix. Go read, and think about the reasons you love your place.