I found this old entry I started writing on the train ride back to Chicago from last August or October. I thought I would post it because I still feel the same way about winter, even after this years horrible weather.

I’m typing this on the train home while listening my favorite Christmas song EVER! I love Christmas, way more than your average Jew. I’m also sipping on a mini bottle of wine. I’m somewhere where the only thing you can really do is sit and reflect because there’s nothing else to do. I enjoy these train rides more than you will ever know. I look out the window play songs that have meaning and try to imagine the first time I heard that song. I try to remember what I was feeling at that very moment and who was with me. I’ll admit I do get misty eyed. I love my past and everything I have done. I can honestly say I don’t have any regrets because if I never did something, I wouldn’t be who I am today.


I’m always emotional on the train. It’s probably because all I do is think. I want Christmas to happen. I want the first snowfall to happen. I want to cuddle up with a blanket and a hot cup of tea and just watch the city get coated with the sparkly white fluffy powder. I want foggy windows and to be inside with friends laughing and loving life. I can’t wait. The first half of winter has to be my favorite season ever. It’s the one thing I look forward to every year. January and February can suck it. It’s December that I can’t live without.

I always start entries on the train but never end up posting them. I figured it was about time. Even though it's still the start of spring and warm summer nights are ahead, I'm still looking forward to that first snow fall of next winter.