I always say how I would do anything to get out of Plattsburgh. I want to be where the palm trees are, where the water rolls up on the beach and just barely touches your toes. I want to be in a beach chair having margaritas one after the other.

Plattsburgh is a hard place to live; the warmest days are too warm and on the coolest days it's pouring rain. I want to be in Cancun, or Punta Canta. Somewhere tropical. It's rough being up here in little ole upstate NY. However, I don't want to leave. And that sounds stupid because I am here complaining about it.

But I love being here. This is where my family is. The people I work with have became my family and I would not survive without them. This is where my wonderful boyfriend is, and unless he plans on getting out of here, I do not. This is home. Although home isn't a beautiful tropical beach, it is home.

So, don't get me wrong I love where I live. Meanwhile, I am really dreaming of that beach today. That's where I would rather be. And there is nothing wrong with dreaming right?