I have officially decided that I hate winter. This has actually been a relatively warm winter so far, nonetheless, I still despise it. I hate bundling up in layers. I hate wearing pants, and stuffing my feet into fuzzy boots. I hate being pale, and seeing my breath when I'm outside. I hate how my hands turn purple and my nose turns red from the cold. I look like Rudolph's corpse or something. Winter is only good for five things: snow, hot chocolate, my birthday, cuddling, and Christmas.
I am a million times happier in summer. It is my favorite season. You can just do so much more! I don't mind being hot, and sweaty. I love being barefoot, in a pair of cutoff shorts, hair messy, a pair of sunglasses, a loose top, all perfection in my eyes. I look forward to laying out under the stars late into the night. Swimming, hiking, biking, walking, just being outdoors. To me, it just feels like there's so much more to do in summer. I'm never bored. Everything is lush, and full of vibrant colors. I never have to look far for inspiration.
I get so depressed in the winter, so this little rant was a small attempt to perk myself up. Summer is getting closer by the minute. I think the fact that cold weather screws me up so much is just further validation that I need to live somewhere warm and sunny in the future. I'm thinking a small coastal town would be perfect. I'd be perfectly content in a little house right on the ocean. Nothing fancy, just comfy. I can get very stressed, and I always feel the most relaxed by a body of water, with the sun kissing my shoulders. I think I'm a beach bum at heart.
I hope the thoughts of summer warm your soul, and help you make it through this winter a bit easier. Sending summer loving your way! -Lindsey
Lindsey. Twenty-Five. Currently pursuing a degree in Professional Writing & Film Studies.