Reading books and surviving the winter

Winter is brutal now. A haiku for you. 

Lord. Pullman is cold. 

Three seasons here are lovely. 

But now the light dies

It’s properly cold now. I couldn’t get up my driveway the other day and had to shovel the compact ice and throw salt down just so I could park. I was spinning all 4 tires trying to make it up the little hill. 

 I feel like I spent the week daydreaming about future plans and being somewhere else in the world. I realize I should probably appreciate where I am now. I mean I know almost every Coug would want a chance to come back to Pullman and enjoy its little things that make it so special. I know I gloss over them in my day to day routine. I spent the week day dreaming about van life with Dalton. Or talking to Rachel about Japan. Watching Hannah’s running app mileage rise. Wishing I was back in class like Sarah is. I know it’s all about perspective and in reality the world is really open to me. I can open myself to opportunity, I can create. I planned a climbing trip to Mt Adams and am gonna try to have a big crew of people in late spring go up and try and throw a party at 9k feet. See below.

 Another thing about Pullman is that it is small, but simultaneously it’s the epicenter of everything. I was wondering all week about me being somewhere else and all I had to do was look a mile up the road to see something special happening in my own backyard.

Chey cooked me dinner on Friday night when I got off work. We ate it and watched some movies. Shoot. I know plenty of people want to have a relationship like ours and I take it for granted.  And here I was wishing I was somewhere else, off to the edge of the world, and not realizing Chey is also one of the best adventures I could ever find. 

The weekend closes with a very familiar soundtrack. One that echos the blog posts of the Cougar Kid back in 2014. I draw up my post and sit on my bed. In the living room Cheyenne and Bose are laughing so hard the only sound I can hear are my own key strokes.