The Northern States

The Northern States -- also known as anything north of Tennessee, since most of Virginia lacks the percentage of rednecks Georgia has.

I'm fresh from my NJ/NY trip. As if NJ/NY wanted to impress me, it snowed the morning after I arrived. I felt like I accidentally stepped into a Pepperidge Farm commercial, minus the Milano cookie smell. Then to further dazzle me, the weather was actually warmer than it was in Athens. I found myself stepping out with narry a jacket or gloves. I'm beginning to think that winter in the south being warmer than the north (or even Germany) is a big myth. I have yet to experience almost frozen toes, and numb fingers outside of Athens, Georgia, where to my chagrin, I have to wear thermal underwear under my polar fleece Santa-colored puffy pants that I know makes my husband's heart skip a beat. I mean, who doesn't love a lady that's layered in polar fleece? ;-)

Anyway, weather aside, my trip to the north was fabulous. I drank my first Cosmo at my first swank NYC restaurant, before my first Broadway show. I fed Central Park ducks (some that were overly hostile) a real NYC pretzel on my way to MoMa, to see the very famous and very fabulous Starry, Starry, Night. I already miss the smell of the snow-kissed pines, and the buzz of the city, but I must admit, there's no place like home. Especially if I move to Germany.