Happy Spring! I was at Target today, and looking at the fully stocked hand soap aisle, it was hard to fathom just a year ago those shelves likely would have been bare. February through Mid-March is usually a tough time for me. The holidays are over, any enchantment I had with snow is long gone, and one sunny, warm day will break my heart with its false promise. This is not unique to me; many people suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. Unsurprisingly, it is compounded this year. I am desperate to travel. I long to drive to Florida to see my cousin, where I will stopover in North Carolina and eat take-out in my hotel room while drinking a local beer— something I had been doing semi-regularly before covid hit.
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Happy Spring! I was at Target today, and looking at the fully stocked hand soap aisle, it was hard to fathom just a year ago those shelves likely would have been bare. February through Mid-March is usually a tough time for me. The holidays are over, any enchantment I had with snow is long gone, and one sunny, warm day will break my heart with its false promise. This is not unique to me; many people suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. Unsurprisingly, it is compounded this year. I am desperate to travel. I long to drive to Florida to see my cousin, where I will stopover in North Carolina and eat take-out in my hotel room while drinking a local beer— something I had been doing semi-regularly before covid hit.