We didn’t get much of a winter here in California this year, and though it’s finally rainy today, I got a sunburn yesterday just from trying to get a healthy dose of Vitamin D. It was too much. Too much sunlight. Although I did have a lovely time with my picnic and books!
However, I love fall and winter weather, and I miss the cold season already!
I don’t like to be cold. But I love the cold.
I love being safe and warm while still having the cold all around. Where my nose is pink with being froze, and I can see my breath, but underneath my layers of wintery clothing and plush coat and scarves and hats and gloves, I’m snug and cosy, and ready to drink my sixteenth cup of tea or hot chocolate. My tower of knitted hats is a testament to my love of colder times.
I love to sleep or read, or alternate between both while curled up in sleeping sweaters and knee-high stockings with pumpkin flavoured things to nibble on with more hot tea or chocolate with mounds of whipped cream. I love to take long hot baths that turn my skin red and it’s so hot that jumping out into the cold doesn’t shock you, but it feels nice because it’s cold.
When it’s too warm all you can do is shed as many layers of clothing as possible (and at some point you’re simply indecent so you can’t go anywhere outside your house comfortably) and find creative ways to fan yourself and drive around the car park four or five times just to get a spot in the shade. You can add tons of ice to your beverages, but after a while it just starts to melt and then you have a watery, not-very-cold drink.
I love the cold because I’m a warm person. I thrive on human contact. If it’s cold, I find snuggle buddies, and cuddle marshmallow babies to sleep, and squish six to a couch in front of a fire because it’s cosy and perfect that way. In the summer, it’s like, “Why would I hug you? It’s a hundred degrees, and you think I want more body heat near me? Gross.”
But I wonder… does anyone not like their birth season? Because fall is my favourite for just about everything; colours, scents, sights, flavours, Thanksgiving… and I don’t think it’s just because it’s the season I was born in.
Although it’s a distinct possibility.
Oh, so a month ago, I opened a fill-in-the-blanks letter I wrote to myself ten years ago on January 27th, 2004.
Some of it made me laugh, because my favourite movie of 2003 was The Two Towers, (I’m still a LOTR nerd) and I thought I’d be working at a zoo, or teaching junior high at this point in my life.
Some of it made me sad, because the people I thought I’d still be in touch with have mostly moved on or drifted
Some things remain the same. I still have no favourite American celebrities. The closest I could come up with in the letter was Jeff Corwin. : P (Now they’d all be British, Korean, or historical figures.)
I still refuse to hold a scorpion, or eat an insect. My biggest dream ten years back was to work as some form of investigator, and for a nice boy my age to move in across the street from us so that I could grow up with a potential husband.
Looking back at my biggest dreams and what I’ve ended up doing instead… I’m so happy! I’m so extremely happy to have restaurant management under my belt, be a writing slave, have published books, and planning my third trip to the UK! These are things I never even dreamed up ten years ago, but here I am, doing them!
I never got a nice boy as a neighbour to grow up betrothed to, but that hardly matters anymore. My life is better than a Disney. It kind of feels like a Jane Austen, actually. Perhaps I’ll post the full story someday, but at present I’m not even done filling out the past few weeks worth of happenings in my journal, so I’m afraid you’ll have to wait. : )
Now, I have a hundred things to do, which of course means I’m sluffing them off to blog… but I hadn’t posted anything in far too long, so this is an uninspired update to tie you over until I write something more themed or interactive!