From sunny Tucson to snowy Southern Illinois. It's both weather and culture shock.
It looks like my eldest is feeling the pull of the ancestral homeland. Yay! We've missed them a ton. I think I was just a hair away from naming the cats and plants after them.
She and her eternal-boyfriend-but-never-quite-husband will be moving here in the Springtime or, as it is affectionately known, the Mud Season. That means they'll have to stow the flannel for a few months, but they can break out the duck boots and bug dope right away.