I've been solo-traveling in Asia for close to 6 months now. I'm starting to feel homesick. I miss my friends and my family, but today I want to talk about why I miss the cold.
It's always hot here. You might think it's a blessing. I wish we could send all the people dying from hypothermia to Asia during winter. But it's also humid. Everyone relies on Air Conditioning to cool down, but the effects are not the same as living in a cold weather. We tend to hate the cold. It has its virtues however.
There is something cathartic about running or biking in the cold early in the morning. Or an exhilarating cold shower after a good workout. Or the frost biting your frustrations away.
A burning fireplace surrounded by loved ones during a cold winter night will always feel warmer than the hottest summer day. The scarf of your lover smells of flowers. Cold is the surest proof you are living.
I long for a heated cup of coffee on a foggy morning. The hot weather makes me lazy. 8 days before I travel back to France, and I cannot wait to wear my poncho and put on my good ol' boots of Spanish leather.