I'm pretty sure I have PTSD from last winter, that fearsome Winter of the Polar Vortex. When the news channels tried to top themselves by calling the first weather event of this fall a freaking bomb cyclone I broke out in hives and cursed my luck and took to the Facebooks to complain.
I've been living in Boston for 12 years now, and yes, I realize I should be used to this by now, but you don't understand -- I was born in a tropical island and grew up in Miami which meant I had to wear a sweater once or twice, and that was the extent of my dealings with the cold. Old habits die hard when they are awesome.
There is something to the idea of embracing the hand that you are dealt -- and other than winter and all its trappings, living in Boston has been a great hand to be dealt. I love living here, so I just have to find a way to deal. I've been thinking a lot about Hygge, a concept that I first came accross from one of my favorite bloggers -- a Danish woman named Alex Beauchamp. She isn't writing consistently anymore *ahem* same here *ahem* but thankfully she keeps her Hygge House blog up. If you're not familiar with Hygge, it's the idea of a lifestyle that is luxurious by virtue of its simpleness; of being snug and cozy and comfortable and surrounded by a few soft and beautiful things and dear and wonderful friends. It's a very appealing concept this time of the year, and it's been nice to turn inward when the outside isn't quite as friendly as I'd like.
In other words, don't mind me: I'll be here under my blankets for the next few months.