My dad and I explored the ice- and snow-covered beach at Rondeau on Saturday. I’ve seen Rondeau like this before, but it still gets me every time; it’s so hard to stand on those giant piles of ice and think, “In six months, I’ll be sweating and diving into the water to cool off.”
As we drove home, my dad and I counted all of the things we were looking forward to when summer finally hits. We talked about the bright color in spring, seeing the birds in early summer, grilling outside, and watching my nephew have his first encounter with Lake Erie. I love snow and will welcome it back with open arms come November, but like the rest of the Midwest, I am so ready for spring.
I ran the Shamrocks and Shenanigans 5k in Ann Arbor with my best friend A on Sunday. It was absolutely freezing–my phone said 12 degrees when we were getting ready to leave–and the course was much more hilly than I expected, but I finished within two minutes of my overall goal time! I was really happy with the way I ran, especially considering the last 1/10 of a mile was all uphill. I mean, really, guys? So cruel.
Only in Michigan can I complain about how frigid it is on Sunday and gush about how beautiful it is on Monday. Monday hit 50 degrees–the first time we’ve seen temperatures that high since, I don’t know, forever ago. To celebrate, T and I got sushi and ate it on the balcony. I know these days won’t last long (I’m hearing rumors of 10 inches of snow tonight, and even my snow-loving heart is trying to ignore that), so it was the perfect way to take advantage of the heat wave while we could.
I went out to eat with a big group of coworkers after work this afternoon. Guys, I’m not going to lie: the transition from college to the real world is weird and tough. You go from being constantly surrounded by peers your own age to working at a job filled with people 10-20 years your senior. You work all day with people who have kids and make you feel like you’re a kid yourself, then go home and see your friends who are still in college post college-y things while you’re at home with your 10 p.m. bedtime and feel like a grandma. It’s this weird limbo.
Anyway, sometimes you’re lucky, and you land in a job with great people who let you forget how weird this time really is. For me, that’s exactly what happened.