It’s to cold to go outside, so I think that means its time to start blogging regularly again.  This is going to be one of the many small attempts I make to try to find an upside to living in a climate where going to the cafe a block from my house is a painful experience in anything but full winter attire. This year, I’m going to try to enjoy the winter, and take it for what it is: a chance to cuddle by the fire, watch movies, sip wine or baileys and coffee with my lovely boyfriend, and even occasionally go and brave the cold to to go ice skating or skiing. With the snow, also comes the impending christmas season. In previous years, I haven’t really looked forward to christmas, as ‘family’ holidays always seemed to turn into a messy emotional dispute or an exercise in navigating passive aggressive tension. However, so much has changed in the last six months, and for once those changes were unequivocally positive. So this year, as christmas decorations start springing up all around the city, and carols start blaring from every speaker system, I’m just going to embrace it, all of it, even those fucking annoying super market carols. I’m going to revel in the christmas lights flickering off the snow around my neighborhood every night as I make the walk home from work down the street where sounds are muffled by a foot of snow. I’m going to decorate the christmas tree, play in the snow, and kiss under the mistletoe. By December 25th all irony surrounding the christmas season will be forgotten, and I’ll have turned into the biggest cheese ball around. But why not? If love can warm up the coldest of hearts, why not the coldest of winters? 

It’s to cold to go outside, so I think that means its time to start blogging regularly again. 

This is going to be one of the many small attempts I make to try to find an upside to living in a climate where going to the cafe a block from my house is a painful experience in anything but full winter attire. This year, I’m going to try to enjoy the winter, and take it for what it is: a chance to cuddle by the fire, watch movies, sip wine or baileys and coffee with my lovely boyfriend, and even occasionally go and brave the cold to to go ice skating or skiing. With the snow, also comes the impending christmas season. In previous years, I haven’t really looked forward to christmas, as ‘family’ holidays always seemed to turn into a messy emotional dispute or an exercise in navigating passive aggressive tension. However, so much has changed in the last six months, and for once those changes were unequivocally positive. So this year, as christmas decorations start springing up all around the city, and carols start blaring from every speaker system, I’m just going to embrace it, all of it, even those fucking annoying super market carols. I’m going to revel in the christmas lights flickering off the snow around my neighborhood every night as I make the walk home from work down the street where sounds are muffled by a foot of snow. I’m going to decorate the christmas tree, play in the snow, and kiss under the mistletoe. By December 25th all irony surrounding the christmas season will be forgotten, and I’ll have turned into the biggest cheese ball around. But why not? If love can warm up the coldest of hearts, why not the coldest of winters?