During the holidays I always get this weird melancholic feeling, each time I see my Dutch (and other European) friends post pictures of
their hometowns covered in snow. There’s nothing more that I want than I white Christmas. I call these feelings that I get “reverse winter depression”. What could better than the sky being dark, the floor covered in white snow and the lakes covered in ice?
I’ve never experienced that. Wait! I think I did once, but I was too young to remember or really appreciate. I once spent Christmas in The Netherlands, but I was around 4 years old. I don’t remember anything besides the extreme cold. But nonetheless. I think the cold is a small price to pay for the perfect scenery.
The only thing we have down here in December is rain, rain and more rain. I’m not really complaining though, because at least it’s not hot all the time like for example in September. The lower-than-usual temperature can make me pretend like it’s a Surinamese version of winter. :p
I seriously can’t wait to move one day. Eventually I will probably get tired of it too; especially if I have to get up early for work, but I still think I will enjoy that winter wonderland in the back of my head.
