I go back and forth between living my life in the Chicago suburbs with the joys of living close to my sister, her kids, and my parents in a climate that stinks six months out of the year and wanting to live in a wonderful climate like wine country in California where I could grow lime trees, eat al fresco everyday, and enjoy 300 days + of sunshine and warm weather. Every year in February I come to the conclusion that enough is enough and I need to move away from the frozen tundra but I always end up in the same place the following February. If I lived in a climate of dry heat and sunshine would I take everyday for granted or would I actually be happier?
It’s on mornings like today when I contemplate a drastic Heath family move. I awoke to a sunrise peeking over the rolling hills of the Napa house we are renting for the weekend. My morning workout was a brisk walk among the vines in the vineyard outside my door. I tried a grape and a ripe burst of flavor coated my mouth. My husband sipped on a morning Shiraz in place of his typical morning cup of joe. It is vacation after all. I took a leisurely drive to the town of St. Helena where I inhaled a light and buttery croissant filled with chocolate and a double tall latte at the Model Bakery. My day continued with a private tasting at Jordan Winery with my family, a leisurely lunch at Archetype in downtown St. Helena, and a late afternoon tasting at Raymond winery.
A family move out west is looking pretty good right about now. It’s hard to decipher between fantasy and reality when you’re on vacation. Maybe I should wait until Monday morning when I can adequately think about career, health insurance, school for my kids, and bills. Right now as I stare at the late afternoon sun shining on the ripe harvest time vines, I am certain that my girls deserve to live a life away from midwest suburbia. I don’t know if these life altering thoughts are my Jordan Chardonnay talking or my heart’s real convictions. Until I know for sure, I will keep sipping wine, eating local artisan cheese, contemplating my cross country move, and attempting to explain to my dad who sees my kids every morning why this move makes sense.