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I friggin hate the cold, and the wretched time change so that it get’s dark by six pm. I don’t know why I’m still in KC if I hate the cold and the dark nights so much. It’s so bad that some days I want to throw a temper tantrum like I’m five again. Mainly I stay because of family and of course not enough money to move is why I continue to torture myself every year with the snow, the ice and of course the cold winds.
Every year starting sometime in October around Halloween when the nights start turning chilly, I begin telling myself I can’t take it anymore I need to move. Of course I’m never prepared for winter’s arrival, my car as usual hasn’t been winterized, I of course can’t seem to ever buy a decent winter coat in time and as always the scarf and gloves from last year are gone to wherever those things disappear to during the summer months.
I will complain from now until the first thaw, I will shiver my way through Thanksgiving, will perk up for my favorite holiday, Christmas (who doesn’t love the lights and sounds of Christmas). I will even be waiting with anticipation for January to roll around for KC’s annual restaurant week were I can indulge my passion for good food at half the cost.
I will of course stumble through the winter months, wishing I wasn’t here, all the while giving my baby brother the bird via text because he’s enjoying eighty-degree weather in Florida. I will watch the weather channel and hope there’s no snow so I can drive and not have to catch the bus to work. I will slip and slide on the ice praying I don’t fall.
Then somehow through the haze of complaining I will look out and see a homeless person or a child will come to church with just a small jacket on to protect them from the wind. I will stop my complaining and turn inward and give thanks that I don’t have to scramble to find shelter from the snow, that I don’t have to walk everywhere in the snow and ice, that I have something warm to wear. I will thank God for these small things I take for granted during the winter months and try not to complain as I help someone less fortunate than me.
Than miraculously I don’t feel the cold so much, my body adjusts to the time change and my soul is a little more peaceful.
That first thaw will roll around in late March or April and I will develop amnesia and forget how cold I was and the nights will get longer. I will tremble in delight to feel the warmth of the sun on my face again as the heavy clothes will get stored once again and all thoughts of leaving my wonderful city are once more buried like all those discarded scarf’s and gloves.