I was actually looking forward to this. And don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed it. The last few months on Europa I was occasionally caught up in daydreams of redwood forests and foggy mornings. And having had three summers in a row, I was kind of anticipating the rainy days and green slushy trails. What I didn't anticipate was the reality of winter, and I had forgotten why I had been so motivated to escape it when I left California last year.
I don't really mind the wet, and the cold is not bad either (I can't say it's truly "cold" in Santa Cruz, ever) but the dark, short days... they drive me crazy. Not to mention the sailing season is over, and my seafaring colleagues are hunkering down for the slow months. Not much work. Dark wet mornings making me wonder what I am doing with my life. I'm sure I'll figure it out. Someday. There has to be a way to enjoy this, and I'm sure I'll get there, it's just...an adjustment.
Weather's looking great in Australia.
