I have been living in an opposite-the-country region for just over a month now, and I must say, it is turning out quite intriguing.
Here, the weather is never on a set pattern. Two days ago, the sun was shining brilliantly across the sky. Two days before that, it was cold and windy. Today, it’s cloudy and probably going to start raining in a few hours. This makes outings supremely difficult to plan. On the upside, scarf season is more than one month long. Hence my newfound obsession with wearing a scarf with absolutely everything conceivable.
At least two days out of every week is perfect baking weather: windy, cloudy, rainy, cold. Also, it’s kind of the perfect place to study because it’s no more beautiful outside than it is inside. Rather, it’s no less dreary outside than it is inside. Yay for nonstop studying.
Adaptations: rain boots. It’s such a strange concept to me that people wear them because they must, not because they are cute and there is a two percent chance of rain.
New Things: Fall weather. Apparently the temperatures that I associate with the word “Winter” now mean “Fall.”
I Miss: Nonstop sunlight until always. My tan (yeah, it’s already fading… this winter is going to be rough). My family. My friends. When everything in class made sense. The time that I did not feel like I was going into a competition when it was really just a test. The days when I could just use my own damn oven to bake, and when I had a lemon zester, and cookie sheets, and cookies warm from the oven… the smell of home. Floofy carpet. My piano. My music.
I Love: Being forced to think in class and for PSets. The people. Scarves. Knitting. Sleeping. This place.
But still. I mean, seriously? It’s getting cold.
And it’s only September.
