I write this as I sit in my heated home, where I can drive to all the places I need to go instead of walking across campus to class. But I really just love the winter.
I don’t cry when it gets cold because, usually, it all feels the same. From 40 degrees to 20 degrees, I’m convinced my body doesn’t feel a change.
I won’t lie, though. I am nervous to brace the dead of the winter on Rowan’s campus.
But that just means using any and all health benefits I know. From the natural remedies for a common cold to just reminding myself to eat my fruits and vegetables, I’m still not that nervous for the beginning of the semester.
I’ve finally gotten the warm clothes necessary for walking around in the winter. I have a real winter jacket (which is a big step for me), warm sweaters, and snow shoes!
So in the aspect of bundling up? I’m definitely covered.
I’m physically ready for the winter, but that doesn’t stop me from not understanding people who complain so much during the next two and a half months. Maybe I just have colder blood in me; it would explain why I hate the summer so much.
But nor do I understand people who hate the snow. It marks so many memories for me, from making snow cones outside as a little kid to having a snowball fight with my friends during finals week just last month.
While I know that I have the means to survive a winter where I have to brace the cold longer than usual, the nerves are still there. But that is not going to stop me from enjoying my second favorite season as much as physically possible.
No complainers can get me down, I’ll just go play in the snow.