(30//365) Sometimes there are signs or glimpses of warmer weather to come. This morning felt almost like Spring. By the time I walked out of my office at 6:30 it was dark and cold and blowing snow. Sometimes my bones absolutely ache in their yearning for warmth, for the warm sun on my skin. Monday I told my friend Samantha I was packing my things and moving to FL. It was desperate but lacking conviction, most likely due to my aversion to humidity. Last night I told my mom I was packing my things and moving home to NM. "I'm so tired of feeling cold." But there are no jobs there and I like my job here. Oh, the conundrum. The cold is making me bitter and melancholy. I just need a good week of laying in the sun. I'm a desert girl at my core and that'll never change.