SAD about Winter

So, I never blog anymore.  Apparently.  Not sure what's up with that.

This winter has been a doozy for a lot of people.  Record cold and lots of snow and so on.  I have been fortunate enough to spend maybe 10 days in what most people consider "real" winter weather, but I'm still so over it.  My winters mostly result in me blacking out half the map for travel destinations.  I completely realize that I am the problem, and not everyone else, but the fact remains- I have thin blood and a bad attitude.  I can NEVER get warm!  It's super depressing and I go into hibernation mode.  I have serious and growing problems with Seasonal Affective Disorder.  I'm in New York right now and have a hard time getting motivated to do anything because even though the sun is shining, it's just so dang cold.  Especially when the wind whips between the buildings.  I keep thinking, "Maybe if there were Christmas decorations I'd feel better about it."  But I don't really want it to be Christmas time either.  I'll be back in three weeks and I'm hoping for a dramatic improvement by then.

On top of my lack of excitement for all things not related to summertime, I am coping with the fact that we're in the middle of the most depressing move we've ever had to make.

From Austin, possibly the coolest city in the entire country, to Salt Lake, where they've had an average temperature of 30 degrees this winter.  It's been nearly a year since I've even visited Salt Lake and I don't miss it at all.  I've spent the last thirteen years setting a precarious balance of distance and interaction with family and it's all coming tumbling down.  I think the reason this is the roughest move we've had is because of the drastic change (from love to hate) and the fact that we're making it during the worst time of year.  There are two silver linings:  1) We'll be closer to the nieces and nephews for a bit and 2) I can pull my stuff out of storage and get rid of everything before our next move.

Still, the worst feeling in the world is never ever wanting to go home.  And I feel that way already.

Rest assured, this will not be our resting place.  I am anxiously counting down to our next move to somewhere sunny and warm.  Until then, I'll be hibernating approximately nine months out of the year.