I used to pride myself on my Norwegian-ness.
In particular, boasting of how I enjoyed the cold, and how hell is hot so why would anyone want to go there, and so on.
Take me north, I said, to 4-season weather.
So we moved to Ohio.
Oh how silly I was in my youth.
Now in the middle of my second winter in the China tundra, I have a revised perspective.
I am now transformed. Enlightened. Brainwashed. A woman of the world. Seasoned.
Getting old, most likely.
Somehow I am NOT dashing out the door every day to spend hours on the river ice rink, mini-sledding hill, or play in the (rather black) snow with the kids.
Go, husband, take the kids please.
Something about what seems like months (really, since November), of degrees that are nearly equal in F and C, has taken its toll on my hardiness.
The wind is out of my sails, and I am speeding towards warmer temperatures.
My heart is in the tropics. My mind is on the beach.
My body? Long underwear even inside my apartment, going through gallons of hot tea and coffee.
Spring, thou art so distant.
Looks are deceiving. The sun mostly shines on a frozen landscape.
The truth lies in the ice forming on our uninsulated balcony windows, where our drying clothes are frozen scarecrows.
I have decided part of my earlier delusions of grandeur were related to a controlled exposure to the elements, i.e. attached garage, preheated car, oh yeah, owning a car, driving to get places and parking near an entrance, and getting back into a warm car when finished with my occasional outside activities.
I’m not complaining, mind you.
Nor do I think I have Seasonal Affective Disorder.
I’m just venting for a moment.
My lifestyle is self-inflicted, but more about that some other time.
It’s just really really cold here.
On the plus side, I am spending more time indoors with the kids on winter school break, and we’re playing lots of games, doing some American homeschooling, creating artsy things, watching the fireworks revving up for Chinese New Year, things like that.
Good bonding time with all of the offspring, since I’m taking a school break as well.
We are also counting down the days till our first family vacation since we arrived here 19 months ago.
Sun, sand, water.
9 days to go!