I miss having spring and flowers and grass, and most of all, I miss being able to dig out my skirts in March and feeling that certain feeling in the air of hope, happiness, and a general desire to be outside. Boston is a cold cold city that does not afford me any of these luxuries. I could still see my breath while outside today, and it’s god-awful almost middle of May.

Aside from the weather, I feel like MIT is just a cold place in May, in general. There is no spring to look forward to, which is just as well since I’m not feeling very spring-y these days (no pun intended). With finals and quals and general unhappiness/stress weighing down on me, it’s hard to be upbeat and to feel the “spring in the air.”

Around here, everyone seems to look forward to the summer, and nobody talks about springs. Being my usual conforming self, I find that I, too, have almost forgotten about the existence of spring. Instead, I am wishing for those mythical warm summer months to arrive sooner, but most of all, just wishing for a chance to have a life, to have conversations with people, to see my friends … *sigh* … only 3 more weeks of the cold, then I’ll be home free.