I think Spring is coming. Though I love the Winter, Spring is always a relief. I’m not sure why. Perhaps because everything happens in the Spring or Summer, and the coming of Spring is preparing me for the whoosh of time passing that is always Spring and Summer.

We’re solidly in the 30s for the next week or so, and we’re up near 60 today. Despite that fluke weather pattern back in December that got us near these temperatures, this seems for real. Even if we get a snow storm, which could always happen, it’ll melt rapidly.

This Spring, and subsequent Summer, has a lot in store for us–three trips to MN (one for two bridal showers and two for weddings), and four graduations (one for me, one for my big sis, two for my best friends in Cali and MN).

And I start real life after this Summer. I’m not sure what that is going to entail, but I have an application for a freelance proofreading position with a science textbook publisher in my e-mail drafts box, so we’ll see. We’ll see.

It smells like spring today.

I’m a happy girl.

Will the weather please make up it’s freakin’ mind? Snow or rain. Not that crap inbetween. I put in my vote for snow a few weeks ago. Where are the results?

Seriously, I’m calling for a recount.

It was a beautiful day today. Sun was warm enough to melt that snow that had stuck around for two days. Not that I don’t like snow. Actually, I’m a lot like other Minnesotans: Even though we complain, complain, complain when it’s here, we thrive on the snow. It makes me feel alive in a strange way. Maybe that’s why I like the winter so much. The cold reminds me I am real, human. I feel like a slug in the hot summer. I want nothing more than to lay in front of the air conditioner and lose myself in the darkness behind my eyelids.

But winter inspires me to walk faster, and I don’t mind the walk across campus. I have to focus on my breathing and the positioning of my jacket, scarf, hat, mittens, etc. I’m not in myself anymore. Not stuck in my thoughts. I am real, and I can feel it on every inch of my skin, the cold seeping in and reminding me that my upper body has a nice Columbia jacket, but my legs only have jeans. And I will know the cold’s wrath soon if I don’t keep moving.

Moving, moving, all the time, not worried about where I am going. Just keeping going. And it feels good. I sleep better, I laugh harder, and I feel myself in my world more.

I am truly a winter baby.

Our ten-day weather forecast:

50s and 60s. And the temperature shouldn’t be dropping anymore.

Spring is here.

Gotta go to the Post Office.

And Target.

I don’t wanna. I wanna stay home out of the super windy weather. It’s a good excuse, but bills have to be sent.

Windy city, here I come!

The weather is on crack these days.

To all my friends in MN: I don’t pity you one bit. We have a tornado watch here. I’d take ten inches of snow over death by tornado any day.

I still love you, but don’t come looking to me for pity.

I am so freakin’ moving back to MN.

It’s all melting again.

The big, beautiful flakes of winter wonderland-making are going back to the clouds in the sky, but I want them to stay, to have the lakes surrounding us make more and more to breathe in and love. To re-create the postcard-perfection I woke up to yesterday and laughed at like a little girl, reminding my why I moved across the country again during the middle of winter in a suicidal ice storm they advised we stay home in.

All those trees and bushes and houses covered in white frosting, inviting me to come out and play, and to throw just one more snowball at him, and to laugh with young rosy cheeks as he tackles me into a snowbank softer than our pillow-top bed, to kiss me wildly and laugh musically when I realize the flakes have clung to everything, but that is no matter. We will go inside to cocoa and cuddling until the chill is pulled from our bones, and we rest into each other.

Just a little more, please.

It’s raining, it’s pouring…

This is what it looked like outside about two hours ago:

Yes, that is water pouring off our roof.

I don’t know if the sheets of rain coming down will show up in this photo, but that is what they are:

That’s Georgia winters for you.

Just 25 more days…

Weather Rant

Whenever we would tell people where we were moving to, they would freak out and tell us, “Oh, it’s so hot down there! Do you think you will be able to handle it?!” And they would go on and on about the weather and how us Minnesotans wouldn’t be able to stand it for very long, and blah blah blah. It happened nearly every time we would talk about our plans for Georgia.

Well, we’re here, and you know what? The weather is great. A little hot at times, but nothing unbearable. Wear a skirt or shorts and a tank top. Dress for the weather. If you don’t, it is hot. And slow down. You don’t have to get everything done all at once right now. That’s what I’ve learned in the past two weeks. Slow down and dress lightly. Or you will die. And that goes for someone who has lived down here all their life. Adapt or die. It’s that simple.