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This morning, my mom texted to say that it was snowing – again – in Maryland.

There is a sidewalk down there somewhere. I think.

There is a sidewalk down there somewhere. I think.

There’s not a cloud in the sky on the Northern California coast, though.

Calla lilies in full, beautiful bloom.

Calla lilies in full, beautiful bloom.

Since October, I’ve been lamenting the lack of seasons in my new home. It’s almost always mild, so much so that 50 degrees now feels chilly to me, and most of the days I’ve had here have been sunny and pleasant.

All of that is great, and it’s also been a surprisingly difficult adjustment. I realized this fall that I was subconsciously – and then quite consciously – waiting for the turn of seasons, the change in colors, the snuggling down into soup-and-sweater weather. Yet while there have definitely been some nights that have demanded chili for dinner, the majority have nudged me towards open windows and a sweatshirt as warmth enough.

So two weeks ago, when I flew to the east coast for a visit, the sudden plunge into well-below-freezing temperatures was a reality check.

Bundle UP! The week I was in town was one of the coldest on record.

Bundle UP! The week I was in town was one of the coldest on record.

Immediately, I remembered not only of the beauty of falling snow, which is a true joy, but also the careful steps demanded by icy walkways, and the biting cold of wind that saps my skin of moisture, and the burning of freezing hands being used as scrapers for a front windshield, when there isn’t a plastic one in sight. None of those things is actually a joy at all.

Well, there's always...looking at ice and barren trees for fun.

Well, there’s always…looking at ice and barren trees for fun.

And though I love Maryland, and am planning on moving back to the east coast within a few years, I also for the first time thought:

Why do you people all live here?!

Just kidding. I get it. There’s a certain joy in watching the world move through its cycles and wisdom, and I do – truly – miss it. There is all sorts of fun that comes with the seasons – all four of them – and that’s not something I’m experiencing much of out here.

Ah, well. If I have to have a warm day for my March 1, I might as well head outside, and let the sunshine dry my tears. Spring is coming soon, Mom, I promise.

Perhaps this field of flowers can help ease my sorrow?

Perhaps this field of flowers can help ease my sorrow?

2 comments on “What a difference 3,000 miles makes

  1. Haha. This made me chuckle. Every winter (in Ohio) I say to myself, “Why do we live here?” But I do truly love the change of seasons and feel like I get all four in Cincinnati. As soon as I’m really, really, really sick of one, it’s over. And by summer I’m wishing for snowy days and sitting by a fire with a book.

    1. Anna says:

      I’m the exact same way. I’ve missed the seasons ever since moving to northern California last summer! I’m excited to be heading back to Maryland for a quick visit in a couple of weeks – I’m guessing Ohio is just as beautiful in April. 🙂

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