OK, February. I get it.
You’re cold, rainy, windy, ugly, vile and mean.
And that’s on a good day.
I’m getting really tired of looking out my bedroom window every morning to be greeted with an unfriendly gray cloud cover.
Of having to wear 5 layers when I go outside just to be mildly comfortable.
Of hearing the weatherpeople say that we’re still going to have to wait awhile for the Spring weather (thanks for the reminder, guys).
Of dreading getting out of the shower to face the frigid air in the nude.
Of the bare trees.
I need the warm weather back.
The smell of grass being cut.
The desire to take a walk outside and not having to add one layer of clothing.
The sound of the lawn sprinklers.
The sight of families at the park.
There’s nothing like New England in the Spring and Summer. It’s breathtakingly beautiful.
I love living by the ocean. Spending the day at the beach. Being able to drive for three hours and hit four different states (the three-hour drive from Providence to Portland takes you through RI, MA, NH and ME. Strolling through the quaint New England towns.
I definitely don’t want to leave my home state. But I’m clearly one of those people who needs to live in Florida from January to April.
My job would allow me to telecommute like that. But my husband’s teaching job may make it a little tricky.
OK, there goes that dream.
I guess Plan B would be one of those Seasonal Affective Disorder light therapy lamps.
On second thought, that seems a little weird.
I think I’ll just suck it up for 6 more weeks!
Cross-posted at New England Mamas