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March 6, 2017
Half of the time I want to move farther north into the wilds of Canada. I'd live in a cabin in the woods, grow a beard, wear nothing but plaid flannel, stare out the window at the snow, and spend all day writing about and eating peas.

The other half of the time, I think about moving farther south where winter as I know it does not exist. I imagine the warmer weather encourages a more communal life and thus warmer people who spend their evenings at enormous outdoor picnics, dancing together to exotic rhythms under strings of colorful lights.