'Mother fucking surf's up'
- Moses Gun Collective
Well no, not for me. For as you see i have made the rash decision to continue living in Switzerland. No not Sweden as most people tend to confuse. Sweden is the country full of beautiful gene pools, Switzerland is the chocolate land, you know, Lindt and all that.
So I'm here. Living in a landlocked country where snow is imminent.
After spending summer in the States frolicking with the corrupted youth of over consumption and ponies (seriously) i had planned to cheat my allotted summer time and make a hast return to Australia for yet another summer. But alas! Things never turn out as planned.
Summer has been traded in for frost bite and hypothermia in a country with no beach, no surf, no ocean.
Already, in autumn, the weather has dropped below anything my tender Australian body is used to and the baffled claims of the natives 'it's not even winter yet!' makes me think that i may not be as prepared as need be. I mean it's a good thing i have all my summer clothes that i will be in no way needing with me, but it's ok, i just knitted myself a scarf. It's red.
For someone who spent a who year of her life avoiding the sun like the plague (a whole other story), getting used to this wouldn't seem so hard. But courtesy of the forever present reminders that summer is a-coming for my fellow Australia's, the transition is proving to be.......hard for nostalgic sake.
I am not able to give up summer yet, my stubborn brain won't allow me. It is so set on the idea of bare legs and floral prints i even managed to get in a few last days of wearing shorts. Mind you, the other city walkers where stunned, 'What is this? A girl wearing shorts? This can't be right.....summer is over..'
Summer is over when i fucking say it's over. And right now i'm not ready to let it go.
For now, the indoors will have to shelter me and my scantly clad body from the cold.
Summer, my love, please don't leave me.
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