Sunday, November 9, 2014

Jake Murray In The Snow

People around Philly seem to really hate winter. A lot of the people I work with are from warmer areas so they really don't seem to like the cold that much. 



It's not that I love the cold or the winter for that matter, but I do not hate it. Winter reminds me of good things. The smell of the cold air, particularly, I love. It reminds me of Vermont and my years there. I'm not constantly taking sniffs of the air in Philly- because that is a dangerous and repulsive game- but every now and again I get a good smell that transports me to BVT.

The first snow fall in 2011.



The fall and winter really make me miss VT in waves. And I certainly know how to deal with the cold. I have three pairs of winter boots and endless coats.

I also love sweater weather. I think the cold suits me well. I do dislike being tan but I think I look good pale, in braids, a beanie and bundled up in a flannel and sweater.


I battle a bit with seasonal depression (who doesn't) and the long dark nights. Having such good reminders of winter really really helps. Plus it's a good time to be emotional. I can curl up in my bed and be cold and write about how I feel.

And listen to lots of Sam Smith




Snow, on the other hand, I love. Yes, it's a cold, but I love it. I think I have probably written about the silence of snow and how calming and beautiful it is. I don't dread the first snow fall, it excites me. And skiing is obviously something I look forward to. When I look at pictures of Vermont, not even my life there, I miss it so fucking much. Life was so simple and beautiful. Even years later I would still go back there and start my life over. Even if none of my friends were in Burlington, I would go back. Maybe one day, but my life is in PHL now. And when I do move out of Philly I think it will be to start somewhere new. But it will be somewhere beautiful. As much as I enjoy living in a city, I think I need nature and seasons that really pop, like vermont foliage. I digress...

It's just funny that most of my friends from my past life in Vermont chase the winter where as my new friends and people around here are trying to avoid it.

I think it says something about Philadelphia. It's really an interesting city. So very very hot in the summer and the winters are pretty brutal. Such a fickle city.


This city drives me a little crazy. I love the things I am doing, now, and my life as of 2014. But every freakin weekend I see someone from high school, or younger. The other day I saw someone in Dunkin Donuts I hadn't seen my grade school days. I'm learning to deal with it though. Take the goods with the bads.

Even the guy I'm seeing right now I never knew in high school at all but easily could have and he knows a bunch of people I knew in high school...
WAIT WHAT YAB YOU'RE SEEING SOMEONE?!


Yes, yes, I guess that is a good transition into my love life... So I am seeing someone and I've been seeing him for a few months. I don't have too much to report about it now. It's going well... It's been a bit of roller coaster but so has every other aspect of my life for the past few months. He seems to be one of the good ones, but I'm still figuring him out.

I know I know you want to know more but I don't have a lot to say right now because things are going well I think. One thing I can say is he drinks and I don't. Which was bound to happen with someone eventually and it's a brand new game. It's not what I had been looking for. I was hoping to find someone who didn't drink so it was a non-issue and it's not necessarily an issue right now but it can be frustrating. It makes me feel bad for my friends who had to deal with me drunk, but I've also had to deal with my friends drunk since I've been sober and that is even worse.


Like they say, Karma is a bitch.
And at least, for everyone's sake, Philadelphia is not dealing with Drunk Gab... Because that is a force to be reckoned with...



It's nice to have a somewhat normal thing going with a guy, since my internet dating days and other bizarre things I get myself into.

Ayyy yabbers... Ah to be young.

Well stay warm my loves, in the head and heart.


#groundedbyglitter


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