Spring is coming! I can tell because it is currently a whopping 43 degrees in New York. And also because my spring allergies have been acting up. True story: the groundhog ain’t got nothing on my nose when it comes to meteorology.
I’m writing to you today from the comforting outskirts of the Big Apple. I’ve shacked up at Lark Cafe (one of my favorite coffee shops in Brooklyn) with my best bear for a day of productivity. As we were wandering about town in the sun, I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous winter days such as today are often wasted in Manhattan. The sunshine is often blocked out by massive skyscrapers and the mentality of a Manhattanite continues to be as cold and dreary as winter itself.
I try to make it a point to sun myself on corners as often as I can. What does that mean? It means I literally stand on a street corner and soak up rays bursting through patches of clouds. Sometimes I really miss the endless sunshine of Florida. It’s too easy to feel depressed up here.
Today’s weather reminded me of a trip I made a couple years ago through Patagonia with my good friend Emily. It was early December and although summer had officially begun in the southern hemisphere, Patagonia is far enough south that it was still pretty cold. Despite the chill, the weather was gorgeous and the sun would be out and about till about 10pm. If you’ve never seen a deep-south, late-night sunset I highly recommend adding it to your list of things to do in this lifetime. Stunning doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Emily and I filled our trip with all kinds of crazy adventures! We waddled around with penguins in Puerto Madryn. We sailed our way past Perito Moreno singing Ice, Ice, Baby. We hiked up Cerro Fitz Roy behind a gassy alpaca (gross). We threw on obnoxious orange life jackets and went whale watching. We cooked hearty meat and potato dinners. We guzzled down Fernet and Quilmes with new friends made at amazing hostels. We sunned ourselves and giggled our way all over the southernmost parts of South America, and it was a blast.
I often miss those days of being so carefree and easy to please. I find myself getting more and more stressed out lately with the day-to-day nonsense. Sometimes I think about leaving everything behind: my home in NYC, my friends, my family, my responsibilities… and just running away to live in a cabin in El Chalten with a rugged Argentinian mountain man.
But I could never, I’d miss you all too much!
I’m at a place in my life where I have to constantly remind myself to mix the pleasure with the pain. To mix working hard with playing harder. I have to remember to find those bursts of sunshine and make them all the more enjoyable. I have to remember to find the beauty in every winter day.
Beating back the winter blues, xx Nikbear