Misplaced

I'm about 98% certain I was not created to live in Maryland. It's 57 degrees and my feet are ice cubes, there isn't a beach within a half a days drive and two of the most liberal newspapers, The Baltimore Sun and The Washington Post are my local papers. On days like these, I'll admit it - I sit around and dream of warmer (in more places than one!) place to live. I think that it's no wonder ever since I moved here I've had high blood pressure. As many times as I've tried to attempt to come to terms with my fate, I've never been able to feel contented about living here. The thing about it is that what I hear is that I'm the complainer, I'm the one who needs to make the change (change the attitude, that is, because we're not going anywhere!) and just be happy. Um, OK, let's try again...