More than one friend has mentioned coming to Melbourne during this gawdawful winter. I get all pysched about meeting an old friend even if it's just for an hour or two but the excitement wanes as quickly as they come. I almost feel like telling them not to bother, it's quite un-beautiful here right now. Pockets of sunshine are few and far between and for someone who's mainly stuck in the office like me, it's a rare day that I even chance upon one during a
coffee hot chocolate run.
I'm a summer girl. I love not having to shed them layers when I shop. I even love the feeling of sweat on my toes split in flip flops.
I miss thin, gauzy, billowy tops. Brown arms. Legs. Skin.
The warmth of the sun on my back and not worrying for my face/ ears and fingers every time I step off the train/ tram/ any enclosed area.
The wind - It is SO rude in winter. It just comes along and smacks you. Stinging.
This morning I had my blood taken for a glucose test. The phlebotomist happened to be a Singaporean guy. I asked him, after a while of chatting, whether he likes it here, especially in winter. He replied with such a happy "Yes!" that I immediately felt ashamed. He said, well, if he was going to be here for a long time, and he has, then he will just turn all cons into pros.
As the blood literally flowed out of me, I grudgingly knew he was right.
Time to suck it up. And show my friends a good time.