The missus and I have a pact. Never ever visit destinations that sports highs below 60 and lows below 40. And as to every rule, the exception in this case is only when we are going there to ski / snowboard.
But for the first time in a long time we had to break the pact this weekend when we went to Chicago for a wedding. I experienced very dark nightmares weeks ahead of the trip. It was like my own pandoras box flipped open every night and my darkest moments wanted to be relived over and over again.
Once we got there things got better. We tried to stay indoors most of the time except for a few walks up and down Michigan Avenue. We also planned all our movements in advance and made sure we had enough clothes on and stayed well fed. It worked.
We ended up having a grand old time, meeting many old college friends and family. It was very relaxing and created a lot of moments of reflexion. Hearing other people talk about their lives and future plans puts things into perspective. I also got to sing one of my favorite AC / DC tunes with the wedding band and that always put an extra smile on my face.
But home, sweet home. Returning yesterday to the bright and sunny California weather, were gloves, hats and scarfs are forbidden was nothing more than a miracle. Today I'm ready to head out and meet the world in shorts, flip flops and a sweater. I'm sure I'll be greeted well.
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