I’m not usually the type to long for summer. I’ve got a body that perpetually runs 10 degrees warmer than the people around me. I’m always hot. And during a South Carolina summer, that means I’m always sweaty. I don’t even appreciate sweat after an intense workout. Why would I want to sweat after a simple walk to the mailbox? Humidity is just something I just don’t need in my life.
And yet I love and live in the south. And right now, I’m dying for summer time.
I’ll be away from home for the majority of April. First I’ll be in San Diego, CA & Florence, AZ to visit Kelsey and attend a county music festival. Then two days later, Mike and I will board a plane for our road-trip through Germany/Austria/Slovenia. When we get back, it will be nearly May and I am absolutely looking forward to wearing shorts, getting back into the habit of shaving my legs, and yes – even sweating a little bit when I’m sitting still.
During the summer we get to take long walks through Hopeland Gardens. I can actually run without the cold air making my lungs burn and my mouth taste like battery acid. We’ll have cookouts and backyard volleyball and lake weekends and I won’t feel like every evening is spent in hibernation. I’ve always been a winter person, but lately the season has brought out my inner recluse and I’m ready to shed that skin.