Normally around this time of year, I am battling snowy driveways, piling on the layers of clothing, and cursing the wind chill. I am also sipping on hot chocolate, pulling out the downhill skis, and decorating a Christmas tree. Despite the odd winter-related inconvenience, I really do love this time of year. But what happens when “this” time of year no longer exists?
Being in the middle of Africa in December, it doesn’t really feel like Christmas. While I complain about the “frigid” morning temperatures (of 5 degrees – I’ve become weak), it’s usually close to 30 degrees here in the afternoon. Even though I don’t have to worry about frost bite, I can honestly admit I miss the snow.
It will also be interesting to see whether or not I “miss” Christmas. Even while living in Europe last year, I made it home for the holidays. This is the first time I will be away from my family, and my intuition suggests I won’t like it. All the familiarity, the traditions I’ve grown to love, it will all be going on without me.
I’m aware this is a conscious choice I made – but how am I going to handle it?