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Canada, desires, Emotion, Happiness, Home, Hot chocolate, longings, memories, nostalgic, Seasonal affective disorder, seasons, Summer, travel, Weather, Winter
My legs are itching like hell. But my jeans is preventing me from scratching the mosquito bites till it starts bleeding. Less than 4 days ago I was sitting in the park in shorts on a hot summer night (there the little suckers got me). Now the cold has found permanent residency in my bones.
After two lovely summer months in Canada, I saw the first hint of Canadian extremes. It rained. All day. Not just a lousy drizzle, but an overwhelming tropical rainstorm.
Once again I noticed that I completely packed the wrong things, barely a sweater to keep me warm. I’m dreading the Canadian winter, but am also in anticipation for the loads and loads of snow. It’s a good excuse to do some shopping. And at least I won’t get anymore mosquito bites.
Dit-oui 