Dreaming of Spring

 I am going to escape for a moment.

To say "I could really go for Spring" would be an understatement. This winter has been unbelievably mild (thank God), and even so I find myself anxious for the warmer seasons. I honestly wish that there was some kind of government support system that would allow us all to stay home from work during the entire winter season. Can you imagine it? Your days would be filled with the coziest of home routines and teas and well-prepared lunches. Every room in your home would have never looked better. You could learn so much. And conserve so much energy. And zip through books and plan your days according to you all winter! Plus, this would make the winter sweeter by comparison and possibly even make it something to look forward to. 

But this is not the way things are for us, so the very best I can suggest is popping a wild amount of vitamin D and getting used to your brain collapsing for a few months. 

I am eager for the warmer days my friends and I can spend on the porch. For those mornings you wake up to birds chirping. To warm, glowing skin. To farmer's markets. To body-freeing attire. to late nights at a favorite outdoor restaurant. To wonderfully sweaty hours spent in my perfect bedroom, sitting like a monkey at my writing desk. 

The feeling of renewal. When everything seems just a bit less heavy.

My best friend (and roommate) recently asked me how I would feel about moving with them, should an incredible job opportunity arise for either of us. I considered it and said: I have done it before without my friends and not regretted it, so I should think that I would truly enjoy doing so with my best friend. 

I bring this up because I would also like to daydream about the possibility of relocating to somewhere warmer with my them. What an adventure to have! To trek the neighborhood, converse in new cafes and check out the coolest bars on the scene with your best friend. It would be like an extended vacation without all the tourist traps and expensive plane tickets. And (at least) one of us would be getting paid. 

Without a doubt I love my town; it is always where I ultimately end up, after all. But every winter, I would be lying if I said I didn't at least daydream about another place.