My sister, with whom I’ve spent the last five weeks in sunny Florida, acknowledges I’ve every right to be homesick.
Yes, me, the Travelista, the one hoping to sell my empty nest and travel the world minus the trappings of a house and home, is longing for said Chicago home, even if that home comes with grey skies, three feet of snow, and the icy tendrils of single digit temperatures; because home is where Jimmy awaits my return.
Yes, love makes fools of us all.
Is it foolish, in the dead of winter, to give up palm trees and warm ocean breezes;
I’m convinced I made the right choice, notwithstanding the only throne I'll ever know is of the porcelain variety. I give you my 7 REASONS TO GIVE UP A TROPICAL PARADISE. Am I crazy?
4. Even a steady diet of paradise occasionally requires a change of scenery.