I probably am being a shitty person for saying it. But, I am over it.
I’ve loved every minute of it. The sailing, the hiking, the beach days, the patio beverages – I took advantage of every opportunity made available to me to soak up the sunshine. And I know there will come a day very soon when the rain in this city feels never ending, and the humid cold will give my bones goose bumps. And I’ll probably start daydreaming of warmer climates and reminiscing about the good ol’ beach days of the summers past. People are quick to say “Don’t complain about the heat because you’ll be missing it soon,” and “Enjoy it while it lasts!” And I know that’s true. It happens every year – I did grow up in Canada after all.
And being “over” summer, isn’t the same as saying I’m being ungrateful for all the beautiful weather. My meaning is simply that I’m ready for the fall. And quite promptly, the winter.
I’ve spent many afternoons in the past few months sweating on the patio with a cold cider - I want cozy nights at home with a good book, a fireplace, a rum toddy, and the sound of raindrops on the windowsill.
Then, I want to strap on a snowboard and soar over fresh powder in Blackcomb. And I want to run the bridges in the rain. I’m looking forward board game nights indoors and roasted (not BBQ’d) dinners. I’m excited to use my oven again without it over-heating my apartment.
I think in the same way everyone longs for summer when the winter cold wears on their patience, I long for all the seasons. Appreciating each of them fully, and then getting excited for the next. Maybe that’s just part of growing up in Canada and always being aware of the rotating weather; it becomes a positive expectation.
Or, on a more realistic note, I spent the majority of the last five years hopping my way around tropical climates and North American Summers. My Canadian blood needs to be reconnected to the cold every so often. You know, to recharge. Like our Canadian core needs to stay frozen and mine is on the verge of completely thawing.