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Spring has teased us all here in New England this week. It's been raining rather than snowing and melting the snow, and I've been able to wear a light jacket instead of a winter coat. Things are starting to grow. And yesterday it was sixty-five degrees out and I was out wearing a tee-shirt and cardigan, and today I wore a hoodie.
I've never thought I suffered Seasonal Affective Disorder, but this winter's been particularly brutal. And I've been more or less housebound, because the streets were so bad that I couldn't get from here to the end of the block without walking on sheets of ice. (My neighbors suck at cleaning their sidewalks.) Yesterday and today? I walked all around town and all the way home. Not a great distance, but it was just so fucking great to be able to get around under my own steam. I walked to the post office and met a friend for lunch and walked to CVS and the bookstore and sat outside with a coffee and read a few chapters of On Stranger Tides. I walked home. My neighbor's yard is full of pale purple crocuses. I'm in a magnificently good mood, despite all the terrible things happening in the world, despite watching Mysterious Skin last night and realizing that it is one of the most depressing films on the planet, despite knowing that winter isn't over till May in New England.
Of course, it's going to be freezing on Monday. But I'm going to do my best to hang on to this feeling.
I've never thought I suffered Seasonal Affective Disorder, but this winter's been particularly brutal. And I've been more or less housebound, because the streets were so bad that I couldn't get from here to the end of the block without walking on sheets of ice. (My neighbors suck at cleaning their sidewalks.) Yesterday and today? I walked all around town and all the way home. Not a great distance, but it was just so fucking great to be able to get around under my own steam. I walked to the post office and met a friend for lunch and walked to CVS and the bookstore and sat outside with a coffee and read a few chapters of On Stranger Tides. I walked home. My neighbor's yard is full of pale purple crocuses. I'm in a magnificently good mood, despite all the terrible things happening in the world, despite watching Mysterious Skin last night and realizing that it is one of the most depressing films on the planet, despite knowing that winter isn't over till May in New England.
Of course, it's going to be freezing on Monday. But I'm going to do my best to hang on to this feeling.
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I feel like a seasoned veteran of winter now that I can finally understand what you're talking about in this post. FUCK SNOW! It sticks around much longer than it's actually welcome! I couldn't stand being housebound, though, so I learned how to walk on ice (but also my boots are basically like snow tires for feet so that helped).