Can’t fit into any pants these days – this is going to be an issue now that it’s 44*. Speaking of which, it looks and feels like February in California but it’s October in New York. Winter is always the hardest season for me so how am I going to survive twice as long? Noting my extraordinary blessings daily (hourly) but keeping one’s mind clear and disparate from the outer gloom is a full-time job.
I am sick of people telling me I will grow to love this island. I do believe I should acclimate but cities are not my preferred environment and it’s weird how people expect them to be universally appealing.