As the weather takes its journey (as it does every year) from warm to cool, I had overwhelming nostalgia. It’s an odd nostalgia. It’s somehow past memories mixed with future memories.
Stay with me, I know I sound like a hippy. Even though what I’m saying sounds a little far out, I don’t think I’m alone when I describe this feeling. I think many have this feeling that’s hard to quantify.
It’s a feeling like you miss something in the past yet are so thankful for the place you are in now. You are excited for the future but are fine taking time in getting there. You enjoy every breath greatly and your only wish is to spend it with the people you love most. The people you want to share experiences with.
Somehow in this change of season, every breath feels like a new memory. Every time you walk outside you forget the many stressful problems you are facing and your mind is transported to a different kind of life.
This season never lasts long. Before you know it, your body adapts and the weather turns more extreme and you’re in the next season. But this transition period i one of the sweetest there are. Something impossible to keep yet always necessary to move to the next season.
By realizing how much I love this change of season, I think I would find it very difficult to live in a place that only had one season. For instance, many places closer to the equator. Ironic seeing as how I’m planning to move to Guatemala next year, a place where the temperature doesn’t fluctuate more than about 10 degrees year-round.
I love the process of adaptation to the situation and it’s something I will greatly miss if I move to a place without it.