I hesitated to post my last entry but I got a few nice comments and messages that definitely made me feel better, so thanks, you guys. Suffering of any kind is a hard thing for me to wrap my head around, I guess.
So it's Tuesday and I'm a day back into my real life. My time off was awesome - just days and days with no plans, every introvert's dream. I think the hardest part of my morning now is pushing the cat off my lap so I can get dressed and made up and packed and coat on and leave the warm house for the cold nasty world outside. I think I'd be a total hermit if I didn't love shopping so much.
January for me is the month that makes me realize that it really is winter and it's going to be FOREVER before summer comes back. For. Fucking. Ever. I think my favorite time of year is right in the middle of July when everything is so ridiculously green and over-ripe that you think it might all explode. I love walking out of an air conditioned building into the crazy hard sun and just basking in the warm. Really, I think I just love being warm. I will never complain that it's too hot. However, I need January to remind me of how awesome summer is so I don't take it for granted.
January's one redeeming feature is that it's my birthday month. Just when the luster of the holidays is wearing off, YAY it's MY BIRTHDAY. To celebrate I'm traveling to the coldest place I know - Chicago. (I know, right now you're all, "uh, bitch? Did you not just say you love to be warm?") But I have friends there who I'm dying to see and it's somewhere else! Different than here! Colder! But different!
I need to make some friends who live in the Bahamas.
Summertime makes me wanna cry. I think I'm allergic to heat.
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