Tuesday, December 26th.
The day after Christmas. The most busiest day to return items to the store.
An introvert's worst nightmare (well one of them.)
If you've been with me for a while, you would know that I'm an introvert, and don't really like people. If you're new to my blog, or have no idea who I am, then hey, hi hello, my name's Kadie and I'm a hardcore introvert/homebody.
So anyways, let's move on to the good juicy stuff, in which the title entails just what I'm gonna be talking about in this blog post.
It's been a while again hasn't it? Yeah, I'm kinda bad at keeping up with this stuff. And to be honest, I have really no good excuse other than I'm one lazy piece of (eh, I wouldn't consider myself that low...)
Scratch that. I've just been doing other things with my personal life than blogging.
It's wintertime here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and putting it nicely, I hate it.
It's not necessarily the fact that it's FREAKIN' cold out there (although I am vaguely aware that there are other places on this planet that reach the single and even negative temps?!? GASP???)
Ya wanna know why I really don't like this time of year? Let me begin about 3 years ago...
It was December 27th, 2014. My husband and I had landed on US soil for the first time in a year, after being overseas the past 3 years. We had just moved to Idaho, and wanted to visit our families during the holidays in Washington. The holidays were a magical and special time, and we weren't able to spend this time together the past 3 years, so we really wanted to take advantage of the [shorter] distance between our families and us.
I think our heads were still filled with that adrenaline of stupidity from being away for so long, because traveling from Idaho to SW Washington during THE BUSIEST and WORST WEATHER time of year has got to be one of the dumbest things either of us had thought of doing in a 2WD with summer tires vehicle. (ARE YOU KIDDING ME.)
Well somehow we managed the trek to our families, but the way back to Idaho was a different story.
It took us 12, yes TWELVE hours instead of the usual 8 to drive back.
To make matters worse, we got into a car accident.
I remember the short pause of silence before the impact. I remember my arm hitting the dash board, and bracing for impact. I remember the loud crash, the cat carries flying forward.
You don't really forget stuff like that.
Thankfully we all weren't seriously hurt to the point that we needed medical assistance, just a little bruised up. Our car was banged up pretty bad, and had to be towed to the nearest mechanic. Granted this was at 2:30 in the freaking morning...yeah.
So this is one of the reasons why I don't like winter. Because of the remembering of the car accident...it's called PTSD (and not just military personnel can have it.) There I admitted it. I'm afraid. I don't care if I'm driving or not, I don't want to be in a vehicle if the roads are snowy/icy/whatever.
Another reason I don't do winter is the cold. Thank you sweet Baby Jesus for providing us heat the past 3 years, because the 3 years before that were basically miserable. Living in 53 degree F conditions where your hands are so cold that even with gloves they still swell and ache isn't fun.
Wintertime just isn't something I like. The holidays are filled with crazy spending, and too many people in the stores. The days are short, the nights are cold. The roads are sketchy.
I know I'm complaining, that there are far worse things to be sour about. That life is short, and to just suck it up, and deal with it. To grab life by the reins, or whatever the heck you hang on to, and steer your own path. It's MY life.
But hey ya know what? This is my blog, my life, and this is my way of venting, without pouring every single thing I'm thinking on social media. Because I know I'm already annoying quite a few peeps with my silly snow story excuses.
Until the driveway melts, I'll be here. Blogging, crafting, listening to some new tunes on Spotify. Basically waiting it out until the dang ice melts, and I can wrap my head about actually going into civilization again.
Thank God for internet. And brie cheese.
Oh am I a first world problem person or what?
