Every season, I say to myself and everyone else "This is my favorite season".
I'm not really feeling spring though, here... It was 96 on Monday, and totally miserable. This time last year it was snowing in Seattle! Then the weather went bipolar on us and now it was only about 60 today.

So now I am alone in my room, listening to American Pie. Which, incidentally, is exactly how I'd like to spend my afternoon. I like to be with people as much as anyone else, I just love to be alone and sing along to Don McLean sometimes too. Especially outside.

Which brings me to my point. Despite the heat (then the cold!) and every other bad memory I have associated with spring, it is indescribably beautiful to sit out on the hills with the smell of the flowers and the trees looking at the ocean. In Seattle, it was a different kind of spring. Cold, with flowers blooming and the return of the birds...

Since moving here, I've discovered where those birds always went when I was a child! The sound of them is one of the most wonderful things I can listen to though. Last spring, I would wake up at 5 to the sound of birds singing... The juxtaposition of rebirth and newness combined with such loss confused me, but also comforted me.

Spring also brings the prospect of summer, which I am looking forward to immensely. I always did such fun things with my mom and dad as a kid, so I hope that I can recreate those feelings! I'll be up in Seattle for a while, camping and staying in my cabin. Friends are coming down here, and I might do a triathlon, if I can train hard enough...!

Next year I am planning on spending a semester in Argentina. I am just finishing up the application through AFS.

I can't wait!

Happy spring!