If my New Years resolution was to get severely ill, then I can say with resounding conviction “I DID IT!” All kidding aside, I had an amazing start to 2017 with my family in Washington. It wasn’t until this third week of January that things went downhill. I’ve spent most of the week glued to my bed with the exception of a couple of excursions to the doctor. But today I started to feel like I’m on the mend and got a little photo editing done. Please forgive my lack of comments, I don’t have it in me to be witty so I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.
Seasons are a big deal in Seattle. Summers are short and incredibly sweet, winters are long but temperatures are much milder than people imagine. The hardest part of the move to Seattle from North Carolina was not the rain but the darkness. Being so far north, the days get very short in the winter, like 4:00pm-get-your-ass-to-bed-cause-it’s-DARK kinda short. Winters really make you yearn for some sunshine so when Joel came back to the PNW after two years in Jakarta, it was hard to get on board with his worship of grey skies. How could he be sick of something that we Seattleites crave so badly?!
Well it’s taken about six weeks but I’m sick of the damn sun. In Indonesia the sun is very similar to the loud dance music they play in the malls- it’s inescapable! It’s just so damn bright and hot all the time. I’ve always been okay with sun if it comes with beach and yes I know I live in a coastal city on a tropical island, but the beaches in the city are so polluted that the water isn’t somewhere you’d want to swim. It’s pretty depressing.
So I’ve found myself living vicariously through my facebook feed- hiking in a puffy vest, baking holiday bread and prepping for Thanksgiving. I never imagined I would miss a Seattle winter but here I am browsing through typical PNW misty, grey photos feeling like I’m missing out on 40 degree weather.
No post on missing out would be complete if I didn’t mention Blanche. I miss Blanche so bad! Anytime the doorbell rings on a TV show and no one barks I get a little depressed. I know Blanche is in good hands (staying with my friend Melanie in Raleigh) but it doesn’t make the distance any easier. I hope she knows that I’m thinking of her and coming back to smother her in smooches real soon!