Now that I’m back in the US just in time for spring, it occurs to me that my seasons are super out of whack. Starting from last (northern) summer spent in California, I was in Chile for most of the (northern) autumn season (experiencing southern springtime weather) and then had a brief dose of Christmas (northern) winter before moving back to a delightful southern hemisphere summer in January. You can see why I avoid using seasons to describe time when I’m in work meetings with people from both hemispheres.
And now it’s (northern) springtime again, heading into summer, and who knows when I’ll be back in the southern hemisphere for a proper winter. Sorry circadian rhythm, this isn’t going to make sense for a while.
In the meantime, some fun snapshots of Chilean summer:
Today is my last day of a 14-day self-isolation period in a hotel after my international flight home and I’m very excited to move into a real house with a real kitchen and a real backyard, even if I’m still living out of a suitcase.
I’ve spent a lot of time catching up with friends, getting some work done (very thankful to be able to telework at this time), watching climbing movies, making sure the front desk has more toilet paper, and exercising to combat all the take-out meals I’ve been eating. It’s funny how normally I’d feel unhealthy and lazy ordering take-out, but now I feel like a veritable hero propping up the economy. Go team!