I’ve complained a lot this year about the Canadian winter. Honestly, I’ve been wondering why on earth we moved here. I know some people like the climate, but really? People choose this? I was born here; I didn’t choose it. I love the country. It’s just a pity about the weather. I’ve been wondering where I would move if I didn’t live here. There are lots of places, really, but here’s just one that hit me today. I love Atlanta. I just checked. It’s 70 degrees there right now, 12 degrees here. It’s humid in the summer, but I don’t mind. I like the feel of the place. They’ve got The Varsity, Coca-Cola, peach pies, some pretty good churches, and some great musical talent. I just picked up the latest Third Day CD, Offerings II, and realized that they’re based in Atlanta. It’s not a perfect choice. It’s too far from the ocean, but it is closer than I am right now. They also have Ted Turner, but no place is perfect. Atlanta it is, or at least in my dreams until this Canadian winter ends.