Is it possible to lose feeling in your lungs? When I think back to my halcyon days of just yesterday when I was in Los Angeles and it was almost 80 degrees and I literally complained about summer coming too soon because my style is better suited to layers of winter clothing, it feels almost quaint.
The good news is that we are in Sweden and we made it to the apartment in Stockholm without getting lost and accidentally ending up in Norway or Denmark, so already we are successful. What I could not have imagined is the AIR which is so cold I believe I have frozen my internal organs from breathing it in.
Even if I had remembered my fluffy coat bought specifically for this very adventure, I do not know that it would help. Probably I need something warmer than shaggy fleece to survive here. For example, I could use a coat made out of a queen-size duvet and lined with actual kittens (live kitttens, I AM NOT A MONSTER) because cats are tiny heated fur blankets. Or maybe one of those silver foil looking things they use to wrap you in at the spa.
But we have wine, which we packed in our suitcase and brought with us from California because 1) I have been to many Scandinavian places in my lifetime and none of them sell wine in the grocery store or at night in a convenient place like 7-11 and 2) a $20 bottle of wine would cost approximately seventy-nine thousand dollars here so I came prepared.
And we have wifi and lots of socks, because it appears that I forgot I had already packed socks and so I packed double, how is that for some last-minute preparation, and we have each other. Oh! And our matching hats. Because we are THOSE people.
(I have always wanted to be one of those people.)
Today: Travel day, lots of airplane snacks, started knitting hat version #3 because I am in a perfectionist death spiral.