Amaryllis. My attempt at maintaining a positive attitude in gray Stockholm winter.
Back in the US, some friends were asking me what it’s like to live in a country where the winter daylight hours are so short. My reply: “You know that feeling you get when you’re jet lagged and are fuzzy headed, have trouble making decisions and just want to go back to bed? Well, I think that pretty much sums up how I feel this time of year.
The last several days in Stockholm have been gray and rainy and that only makes it all worse. (Today is shaping up to be sunny. Maybe.) Everyone has been whining about it. Except Robert of course. He thinks it’s great. It’s hard to live with someone who always thinks that the weather is wonderful. Especially when it’s not. Our bipolar morning conversations go like this:
Me: “Ugh, it’s so disgusting and gray outside. I can’t stop yawning and my brain refuses to focus.”
Robert: “Isn’t it a beautiful and gray day outside. It makes you feel good to be alive. I love it.”
See, isn’t all that positiveness downright annoying?
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That’s pretty funny he is like that. 🙂 I guess it’s better, though.
Yes, it is probably better Antropologa. But it still isn’t easy for me to live with!
It’s the “she’ll be right mate” attitude of Australians, I suspect.
Thanks James! I suppose it’s a good balance for me!
A little yin and yang… 🙂
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