Wanderlust

I have been kind of melancholy the last couple of days.
It's funny when you can't quite pin down what is upsetting you.
I have done some soul searching and spent lots of time doing my favourite thing.
Which for those of you who don't know is sitting quietly staring out the window.

I have no job currently-which is A-ok with me.
I know I will have one again soon and I will inevitably come to loathe said future job.
I have enjoyed most of my time as an unemployed gal, the only down side is everyone else I know still has to work, which means I spend most of my time alone.

I love being alone, I find myself very entertaining so it can't be loneliness which has me feeling so pensive.
My husband is gone at work a lot but that's not so bad, after all absence makes the heart grow fonder.
What is it then?

I used to balk at those who complained of SAD or Seasonal Affective  Disorder, having grown up
in Southwestern Ontario I consider myself to be of sturdy stock.
I also love winter fashion, cute beret's fancy french inspired wool jackets all those look great on me.
I even have my first pair of functional boots which are so warm I don't even need to wear socks.
I hate socks.

Going out in winter has so few options, I can't walk my favourite trails near my home as they
are thigh deep with snow, I can't go sit on the patio of my favourite pub with my new laptop and work on my novel. I am essentially a prisoner of this dreadfully long season.

I have mentioned before on my blog how there seems to be nothing to do besides shop during the winter months. When you are unemployed and working with a limited income obviously shopping is a bad idea.

Today it is sunny, really sunny. When I awoke I felt a slight warmth in my spirit....The outdoors!
I got dressed, outfitted in my best clothes and went outside to see if maybe once i was out there I could find something to do, I lugged out the shovel and tried to clear off our walkways, only to discover it was so frozen it would be nearly impossible, so I thought I could tackle some of the 3-4 foot icicles hanging precariously from my roof, I started to smash them with my shovel only to get one right in the kisser.
It hurt a lot.
I gave up trudging inside to open my wallet, I had about three dollars on me, so I walked down to the local coffee shop and purchased a coffee .
That was my big adventure for the day.

So is this SAD?  Is this me being a whiney bitch who complains constantly? Or should I run away somewhere with a milder climate? I daydream of Greece, The blue waters, white painted houses, amazing wine and food. Tanned muscular men fishing in the bay, cobblestone streets and close knit communities. I imagine they never run out of things to do there. SIGH.  


                                         


I can pictue myself on that patio right now eating swordfish and drinking wine.





Or here. Doing anything.

I guess I will have to settle for a trip to my Favourite Greek restaurant.