Every year I struggle to adapt to the winter. It hasn't even been a bad experience this season in Omaha. Pretty darn good, in fact. We've barely had any snow, and the temperatures have only been in the single digits for probably less than a dozen times during the day at least.

However, we just recently had nearly a week of temperatures in the 60-70s. That's a little scary for the month of February, but I am grateful for it and loved every minute of the short-lived luxury. Still, it's a little jarring for the temperature to be 75 degrees one day and two days later it drastically went down to 30 degrees with about three inches of snow on the ground. This is a little too moody for me, and I don't appreciate being teased like this.

Oh, how I loathe winter.

I'm tired of watching my skin try to escape from my body.

I'm tired of the lack of sunshine and taking Vitamin D supplements.

I'm tired of gloves and scarves, even though I rock them quite well.

I'm tired of brittle hair.

I'm tired of layers of clothing.

I'm tired of post nasal drip.

I'm tired of boots, even though I can rock those quite well, too.

I'm tired of bubble coats.

I'm tired of trees without leaves and hay-like grass.

I'm tired of people who can't drive during any season, let alone winter.

I'm tired of the term wind chill.

I'm tired of weathermen who are excited about blizzards, winter snowstorms.

I'm tired of dirty cars.

I'm tired of getting colds.

I'm tired of hibernating for at least 3-4 months every year.

I guess we only have a few more weeks of it, but right now I have a serious case of the winter blues. Even though I experience this all winter long, it gets worse in February. I get antsy. I get moody. I get irritated. I guess I can thank my time in Chicago for this, because winter generally lasts about six months there. Yes, seriously. By the time February rolls around in the Windy City, most people who are like me are having serious meltdowns. That's why there's no better place to be in the summer than Chicago. Chicagoans know how long it'll be before the warm temperatures surface again, so they take advantage of the outdoors like no one else.

The truth is, I've now become some kind of stranger to winter. The whole winter season has become peculiar to me. Like, who in their right mind wants to live amongst snow and temperatures that go below zero? It suddenly seems insane to me at this stage in life.

Clearly, I'm looking forward to the sweet days of summer, and I'm daydreaming about reconnecting with my favorite part of nature.

Until then ... Gloves on, boots on, hat on, stupid bubble coat on.

Ugh.

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