Costa Rica Dreamin' Part Two

I didn’t always live in a cold city.

50 shades of grey? How about one shade of grey, the color of depression.

My upbringing was an anomaly among my Generation X peers – I grew up in the country, doing farm chores, taking care of animals, running wild in the woods.  

There was no cable tv.  

I caught frogs and shelled peas.  

There were no visible neighbors, and a trip to town was kind of A Big Deal.  

The Texas sun burned my eyes and skin.

I miss the smell of the earth.

Ok, I admit the sunsets here are spectacular.

What would I do if I could do exactly as I please? 

This, or traffic.  Hmm, let me think.

Probably quit my job and go to Costa Rica.

Maybe my skin would lose that grey pallor.

What would you do?