I know I’ve written about the weather being different here before. First it was winter when it should have been summer, then it was spring instead of fall, then summer instead of winter. And now we’re nearly full circle. It’s late April and I’m cold, it’s gray and ugly outside, and I keep seeing messages from friends back home about how beautiful the weather is and how they’re getting ready for the good season to come. Yeah, I’m jealous.
No matter what, I’m too Northern Hemispherian to accept what my eyes are telling me. I see the calendar and I just can’t accept that it’s cold like this. Granted, Boston is no city to guarantee warm weather in April, but at least you keep that grain of salt in mind, knowing that it will in fact get better. But here, it’s only going to get worse for the foreseeable future. The other thing that makes it so difficult for me is the school system.
While I’m no longer a student or teacher, I’ve always been programed to see the fall as the beginning of a school year and the spring as the end. But a cycle has just started for students here in March, and instead of ending in July or so when it’s hot out, it will be the middle of winter. It just kind of confuses my body. It gets to the point where I look at the calendar and it means nothing to me. It’s just another date and I’m only looking until the end of the week or the end of the month. But the general concept that June, July, and August will mean barbecues, beaches, and outdoor parties, is now totally gone. And honestly, I don’t know if I can ever get that concept back because in the back of my mind I’ll always keep in mind that it’s cold somewhere else.
But at least today they are turning the heat on in my building, so depending on how they do things here, it might feel like summer in my apartment pretty soon anyway. Judging off of my Argentinian grandparents apartment, which has always been far too hot, I’m hoping that’s a trend kept up here. A long shot, I know.