I absolutely love the first warm days of spring. It’s like a breath of fresh air. It’s as if Mother Nature is telling me to hang on, I’m almost in the clear. Resist the urge to reach for the Prozac, summer is almost here. The days are getting longer, soon it will be less painful to get out of bed in the morning. You won’t have that feeling of “winding yourself up to get going” or that feeling of “I’d rather just lay down in this hot shower and die than go to work.” I mean not that I have ever done that. Sitting down in the shower, covering your ears with your hands so the hum of the water makes you feel like you’re in a rainforest is only what weirdos do… Weirdos.
Warm weather also brings with it something else. That dreaded time. The time when the college kiddos take off on their “spring breaks” and we have to read about it all month long on Facebook. Is that bitterness I taste on my breath? Yes, yes it is. And really I have no reason for it given I’m going on my own pretty amazing trip next week. Maybe I’m just already annoyed at the thought of all the haggard gangs of them I will be seeing in the airport next week, sleeping on the ground, drunk at the Chilis bar, crying in the corner on the phone “I was really drunk, I don’t even remember his name…” Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.
I just feel you appreciate spring break 100 times more when you’re actually in a position to need a spring break. Like when you spend 9 hours of your day sitting at a desk in an uncomfortable skirt and itchy tights leaving voice mails all day. As opposed to spending 2 hours of your day sitting comfortably at a desk (couch) in a North Face and Uggs, partially reading a book, mostly listening to music, pretending to highlight things and scanning Facebook. What do I know though, I was an English major.
