It is cold. It is really fucking cold.
Usually I’m all about the winter months. You’ve got Christmas, you’ve got big comfy jumpers, there might even be the odd day of snow – what’s not to love?
The endless apocalypse that has been this year’s winter. That’s what.
I don’t know whether it’s the fact that we’ve moved into a flat that’s never heard of insulation, or maybe the fact that it hasn’t stopped snowing for about 3 years, but winter just needs to stop. Immediately.
It definitely didn’t help that I spent 4 days on a mini-break to Rome. Don’t get me wrong, it was hardly the height of summer over the sea, but it was considerably warmer than it is here. We stood out like sore thumbs whilst we were wondering the streets of Rome in our denim jackets and t-shirts, whilst everyone else was dressed for a trip to the North Pole.
It was like spring had come early, so of course we arrived back in UK to be greeted by gale force winds and minus temperatures, because England.
At the end of the day, I just want spring and summer. I want to be able to put my jumpers away, knowing that I won’t be relying on them each and every day. I want to watch some of my favourites bands at Slam Dunk Festival, standing in the sun with my best friends. I want spontaneous days out in Yorkshire without fear of snow and ice. I want to be able to sit outside a pub, with a beer in hand whilst soaking up the sun. I want to see the summer out, partying in a muddy field at Leeds Festival, because that’s what I’ve been doing since 2010.
Days in the sun just bring back so many fantastic memories and experiences for me. Days spent with friends, not worrying about what we were going to do with our lives. We didn’t have a care in the world, or responsibilities to worry about. We were young.
Sure, winter is full of friendships and great memories, too. But it doesn’t seem to have the same possibilities as summer. Winter is so dark and cold – it’s literally a year coming to an end. The warmer months aren’t like that, they’re so fresh and full of opportunity and chance.
And that’s it. That’s what I’m longing for. The chance to build on those memories, and the chances to make new ones. Days in the sun where I can remember what it’s like to live carefree.
I’m done with winter now. It’s overstayed its welcome. I’m ready for days in the sun.