Winter Blues

We survived our first "winter storm".

It wasn't as bad as everyone was saying it was going to be.

Thank God for my awesome husband for hiring a snow plow to do our driveway in the morning, so that I wouldn't have to worry about it.

The only thing I am complaining about is the fact that it is frickin' cold outside, and my daughter's gymnastics class was not cancelled.

That means I have to go outside.

I read an article today on militaryspouse.com about the "winter blues" (a common name for seasonal depression).

I totally related to it!

I've never hated a season so much until moving here to Massachusetts. 

I've tried really, really hard to make the best of our family's time here, but I have given up on winter.

The winter months are so depressing, and I honestly feel that I suffer from seasonal depression.

I get moody, lazy, and "bluesy". 

I don't necessarily get depressed.

Depression is a serious medical condition, and I don't think I'm medically depressed.

I just don't like to leave the house, and the thought of leaving the house just stresses me out.

I'm a runner and an outdoorsy person, and when it's 12 degrees outside with no plowed sidewalks, there is no way for me to get outside and run with a jogging stroller and two kids.

The indoor workouts get old, and this girl needs some serious vitamin D.

So I am 1000% sure that the north is not a place that I could make a forever home.

Never.

I can't deal with having the "winter blues" every year for the rest of my life.

I need warm sunshine, and maybe just a few chilly days a year.

I don't need snow unless I am going on a ski trip to Colorado.

I give major kudos to the people who have lived here all their lives, and have "adapted" the the cold winter months. 

I don't think I could.

No way.

No how. 

So here I sit...

counting down the days until we can go somewhere a little warmer...