I am not a fan of the cold. I have a distinct memory at 6 years of age that proves this. I was outside playing with my family and shivering. I told my mom how cold I was, so she suggested I put more clothes on. I did–I placed some leggings under my pants, and a long sleeved-shirt under my short-sleeved shirt. (Yeah. I was into layers before layers were the thing.) The best part of this story? It was spring.
Growing up in Idaho, we lived in a temperate climate. Hot summers, cold winters with nothing too extreme; typical desert weather.
When I was 15, we moved to Alaska. (Which is also where I met Ben. No, he is not a native born-Alaskan, he is from California; but, his affinity for winter suggests otherwise.) Imagine how miserable I became!
Truthfully, I learned to adapt. I learned to wear more layers and heavier jackets–complete with a hat and mittens for 10 months of the year. And, much to my surprise, I was quite sad to leave that beautiful place. I don’t miss the cold, though.
I have lived in Utah for close to five years now. You know what? I still am not used to the winters. It isn’t nearly as harsh as Alaska’s winters, yet it still kills me.
Right now the thermometer outside reads 37 degrees. My toes and fingers are like icicles, and I can’t find a dang blanket. I have gulped down two mugs of hot chocolate and still can’t feel warm.
Arrgh. And we are only in the beginning. I am hoping that as I get used to the cold, I will be more willing to step out into it. As of right now, I can’t convince myself to run, walk, or play in the yard. The kids and I are stuck inside.
I acknowledge that some of you have even colder temperatures and are very capable of surviving. Remember before you send deploring remarks, that you are, obviously, better than me. I think that I’m just not built for cold weather. I’d take heat any day.
And, considering my luck, we’ll probably end up in the coldest place for medical school.
Kindly send suggestions for keeping my toes and fingers warm–while inside–immediately.