One advantage to living so far north is that when the season finally does begin to turn, the days grow longer more quickly and to a greater extent than they do in the south.
A stoicism and grim realism is still pervasive here no matter what the season, but I think that may be what prairie life is like.
We can only try to do things, shoring up optimism with one small action at a time. In my case, this has looked like:
- Writing a standardized test
- Purchasing pineapples to remind myself of the sun
- Making a few friends
- Getting adult braces...
- Booking a holiday to Croatia
- Helping to organize a community garden
My seven-year-old laptop crashed. My credit card expired. Internet activity ceased. It took awhile to make decisions about the logistics of my material life, but I'm glad I'm back to this long letter to a few friends.
Freedom is a rain jacket and a bicycle.