The air is getting
markedly cooler. It feels like autumn.
That’s because it is.
If Tonga had four seasons.
But they don’t – they only have the hot/wet season and the cool/dry
season.
This is a little odd
for me. I feel my internal clock wanting to listen to Christmas music, yearning
to wear scarves and jeans (even though it’s
not THAT cold yet) and wishing for things like Pumpkin Spiced lattes. The
sun sets at 6:15pm and doesn’t rise again until almost 7:00am. The days are
getting shorter. I’m getting
sleepier.
And it’s mid-April.
I should be getting
excited for summer, but I’m not. Something inside keeps telling me that winter
is right around the corner, but I know it’s not. And sometimes I daydream about
snow. How cool would it be if there was snow on the ground in June when I
landed in Colorado? Even though 99.999992% of the people in the U.S. would hate
it (including my sister who is getting married at the end of June), I’d
secretly LOVE it. I think about how if I’m like this now, barely 8 months into
my Peace Corps service, wishing so badly for snow, I can’t imagine how I’ll be
when I get home in November 2014.
Seriously.
I’m going to be honest with you; I will probably set up a tent and
sleep out in the snow with my mittens, favorite jacket and a pumpkin-spiced
latte in my favorite green thermos. THAT is how much I am a four-season girl.
And while I’m wishing for any weather that doesn’t make my face look
like a bloated tomato, I am also trying to EMBRACE THIS MOMENT.
I’m not going to
fight it so I’m welcoming this peculiar mid-April-is-it-fall-or-spring?
phase. I’m listening to Christmas music, I’m watching “Elf” on repeat, and I’m
making hazelnut lattes (erhm, the Tongan
version anyway).
Confession: I may have sang “Jingle Bells” to one of my
classes today and then proceeded to draw a picture of a “one horse open sleigh”
on the board because they didn’t know what that was. And duh, Tongan kids
obviously need to know what sleighs are. Vital information when trying to pass
a test that determines a lot. And really, a sleigh is not a sleigh without
Santa Claus. So I drew him, too. And I got a little out of control. I may have
been waving my freak flag high in the sky. Really high. That’s okay though. The
kids loved it and when 3 of my sassy Class 5 boys were walking home from school
I heard them singing “Jingle Bells” at the top of their lungs. YES. IN
MID-APRIL, PEOPLE. [Fist pump]
I mean, it’s not like they don’t celebrate Christmas a bit early here
anyway (I heard Christmas music as early as September). So I started 7 months before the average Tongan. Big whoop.
I’m sure this
confusion will dwindle. And if it doesn’t… well then I guess this girl will
just be celebrating baby Jesus and spreading her yuletide cheer far and wide
for the next 240 days.
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