Last Sunday, as I lay on the beach on a beautifully sunny day in the middle of August, wearing sweatpants with goosebumps all over my body, I decided for sure that Nova Scotia is too cold for me.
Spring took forever to arrive, I think we had two days of what I would call summer (July 6th and 7th, where it got to the point that fans were necessary and moving around was limited to basic life needs only – food, etc.), and now, apparently fall is here already. I’ve met a lot of people in my life who love fall. And while I do understand the appeal of the pretty leaves changing colors and am a HUGE HUGE HUGE fan of pumpkin pie, to me fall is full of things dying, days getting shorter and darker, and people getting sick and then being forced to stay inside with each other all day thus spreading the sickness around. I think I am actually coming down with a cold right now.
I never thought I would miss the oppressive, so-humid-and-hot-outside-it-is-hard-to-breathe-when-you-walk-out-the-door suffocating summers of the south, but there you have it, I do! I wish I could complain about being hot and sweaty all summer and not being able to sleep because my feet are boiling at night. I’ve lived in cold places before – the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and Amsterdam get their fair share of snow and cold temperatures – but either I’m getting more wimpy as I get older or just less patient with things being different than I’m used to.
I’ve tried to get out as much as I can in my bathing suit this summer but despite my best efforts my stomach is still relatively pasty white compared to my arms and legs. And thanks to field hockey I have a nice shin guard and glove tan to match my stomach. After needing sweatpants, a long sleeve shirt, and windbreaker at 9 am this morning to coach lacrosse I think summer bathing suit season is for sure over.
I keep hearing that the fall here is very nice so I’m going to be optimistic but in the meantime, I’m going to start saving my money so next year I can go somewhere down south for a summer vacation!