
It's finally cold in Charleston. Apparently snow has swept in from Minnesota and the chill is passing through the south. I blame Tara. Although I wouldn't mind seeing a little snow. Actually...when I think about it, snow is the last thing I need. It will simply taunt me with the reality that I live in a flat tropical paradise where people ride on waves and not mountains. Snow completely contradicts the whole principal of moving here and does nothing but make me miss home.
I want to learn to surf. May as well join in with the locals. Although I suppose now is not the best time of year, not to mention the fact that I barely have time to sleep not to mention surf.
I'm anxious for the holidays to be over. Holidays are stressful in normal situations, living 14 hours away only makes them more so. I don't even have a single Christmas decoration up in my house. It's sad. I was thinking the other day of the house at 517 E. University and the Christmas Tree we had there. We decorated it with tinsle, christmas lights and a lot of glitter. The glitter wasn't the best idea, it didn't do much for the tree and our house retained remants of it well past the holiday.

I think that whole night was thanks to Amber and Jesse coming home one day with a Christmas Tree that nobody wanted and then everyone loved.
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