There's a reason I don't live on the mainland.
I'd like to say it's just because I am a free spirit who loves the ocean and other outdoor activities that Hawaii has to offer, but it's more than that. It's more than the fact that my husband, who grew up here, doesn't want to leave.
The reality is that my fragile immune system just can't handle cold temperatures.
I spent my first 18 years (still more than 1/2 my life) dealing with Ohio winters. I've always just been miserable on the cold, and never saw a point to snow. I remember my brother getting all excited when we would get a good snow storm. For him that meant outdoor fun. But I don't ski. And if you don't ski, there isn't really a point to snow, is there?
Since it's going on 17 years now that I've lived in warm climates (read Arizona, California, Hawaii, Indonesia), my body is even less equipped to handle the cold. Cold for me now is 65 degrees. Shoot. 70 without the sun is indicated fleece weather.
I swear I feel like we're having the coldest January on record. I know that all of you in Chicago think I'm nuts, but I'm sitting here wearing multiple layers (including the said indicated fleece) and eating hot cream of wheat and my nose is still like an ice cube.
I cut my run short this morning because all I wanted was to steam myself limp in the hottest shower I could handle. The whole way home I was dreaming about the shower. In fact, I barged in on my husband because he was already steaming himself and I figured he wouldn't mind sharing.
In Hawaii we are not prepared for cold weather. Our shoes don't cover our toes.
One of our challenges is that we don't have central heating. Last night, after taking the potatoes out of the oven, I left the oven door open and just stood there, leaning forward, with my hands reaching out toward the 425 degree heat. I closed my eyes while breathing deeply that warm air and fantasized about summer.
The other day I drove home from the grocery store with my heat on full blast in the car, and then spent a couple extra minutes sitting in idle before turning the engine off trying to dethaw my feet.
I'm still feeling sick and lethargic, though I'm sure that an hour spent in the warm sun would cure me. Problem is that it's raining outside again today. So I guess Moana and I will spend another day in fleece and I'll have that chicken noodle soup for lunch.