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We are back in Stamford. I’ve been doing stuff inside all morning and now I took Thor out for his second walk of the day (J took the morning). Holy sh*t, it’s cold! Winter is here:( We have been dealing with the cold both in Minnesota and now in Chicago, but we weren’t outside that much so it was ok. But now, I think I was out for less than 15 minutes and I thought I was going to die. The temperature says 4°c (39°f) which hasn’t felt that cold before during the past two weeks, but today, o.m.g!! Brain freeze and my hands are blue. My entire life I’ve wondered how people voluntarily lives in cold places….and for some reason even likes it. I don’t understand it. 

I’m still waiting and dreaming of living somewhere warmer. Living in Lisbon made me realize that I really wasn’t made for the cold, I was so happy there. It’s not healthy to feel like your life is ending every time you step outside your door. And my skin hates me right now. The changes between cold and warm, like being outside and then go in to a heated room, makes my skin in the face blossom up and it feels like it’s burning. The face gets all red. It’s crazy, it’s embarrassing and I look like I’m having an allergic reaction. Can you be allergic to cold weather? 

I was in such a good mood today and now I just want to punch the cold air…I wish that was possible. Am I the only one feeling like this? Am I the only one being grumpy about it? Am I the only one who gets deeply depressed by the cold weather? There are lots of cold places on our planet and people still live there or they travel to it. To me, that’s weird. How about you? You like the cold? 

Ok, now I’m going to stop being angry at the weather and be awesome instead. Ciao!