I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with winter. Okay, it’s mostly hate with a tiny bit of love.
Sure, that first snowfall is exciting. Looking through the window at the fresh coating of pretty white powder on the ground and the glistening ice crystals on the trees is undeniably magical.
Then, I walk outside and am immediately hit by that freezing, bitter air and the unfortunate reality that any moment, that beautiful snow will become that brown slushy nuisance on the sidewalks and roads that hangs on for months. It’s no longer magical.
It was no coincidence, you see, that our year of travels directly correlated with spring and summertime around the world. We stayed in Europe until our limited wardrobe no longer kept us warm enough, then we hopped on a plane to (mostly) sunny Thailand until New Zealand’s spring began to bloom in October. It just so happened, also, that we left New Zealand just as that bitter air started to blow and flew home to the US, just in time for spring once again.
Now, after a scorching hot summer in Upstate New York, we’re facing our first winter in two years. Don’t get me wrong, I love fall’s changing leaves and sweatshirt temperatures, but the coming of winter inevitably makes me weary. I mean really, if winter was so great, don’t you think the sun would come out more often to enjoy it? I think so.
Believe it or not, my banter is going somethere.
For Brian and me, this winter’s impending brown slushiness is a metaphor for our next step after long-term travel, a step that we’re still completely unsure of. We have had warm days, work, and many events to distract us from the reality that we have no idea where we’re going or what we’re doing next. This last summer in our string of summers has gone quite quickly and the time for us to figure out our future (at least a little bit of it) has arrived.
I’ll be the first to admit it: what we have here is a very good problem. We’re lucky to have too many possibilities ahead of us, and we’re blessed to have gotten to whimsically travel around the globe and share our stories with those of you digitally following along with us.
As lucky as we are, we’re still facing those post trip blues we were forewarned about. Our seemingly endless summer is, in fact, ending, and we’re grabbing at straws to figure out how to continue doing meaningful work while staying in a single place for a while, especially since we don’t know where that place is yet.
We’ll keep you updated on our progress. This is, after all, part of the adventure, so we’re lacing up our winter boots to head down that brown slushy path. No one really knows how long our winter will hang on, but one thing is for sure: the welcomed spring will come once again; it always does.
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” -Anne Bradstreet