Well, am I proud of living in NY's Capital District?
I am not sure. I have thought about migrating to the warm sunny south, but something always gets in the way.
Every January, I am too hung over from New Year's Eve to pack.
Every February, it is too cold and icy to leave the house.
Every March, well there is no point leaving before St Patrick's Day and then I am too hung over to pack again.
Come April, it is too muddy to get out of the driveway.
Come May, the bugs are too thick to make it to the car without need of transfusions.
Come June, the rains (that everybody else get in April to bring the May flowers) make driving tough.
In July, the thunderstorms usually drop trees across the driveway.
I never have enough money left in August to leave because the track is open in Saratoga....
September brings Indian Ladder Farms cider donuts... no way will I go in September.
In October, the bugs start again... and the hunters. If they would hunt the deerflies as well as deer, I might make it out.
In November, the wind from the politicians in Albany make going outside risky.
Then December, and the Christmas lights do me in. I can make it up the ladder to the roof to put the lights up, but tend to panic once I get up there and it takes several days and the Volunteer Fire Department to get me off the roof.
So I guess I am here for the duration. But I can't say that I am proud to live here, as everybody else here is almost as crazy as I am. Who can live like that?