Q

I ought to stop being so ridiculously affected by the weather.

Have been mired in quite a funk these days. Probably the combined stress of schoolwork, weather, and homesickness. Also nostalgia.

I find myself missing everything – people, places, times.

There seems to always be a correlation, much as I wish it didn’t, between my mood and the weather.

It’s not conscious, and would usually take a couple of days into melancholy before I realize how rainy it has been. It upsets me mostly because I don’t like the idea of my entire self being so wholly manipulated by something this random and changeable.

But it happens.

The chinese side of me likes to attribute this to the dominance of sun in my name. 炜 with all that firey fire and 晴 which literally means a bright, sunny day. I’m just innately incompatible with the damp and the cold and the general lack of sunshine.

That, or I’m a plant reincarnated.

Rain makes others want to curl up into their cosy beds and feel all safe and protected but no bed, no blanket, no roof can keep the rain from bogging me down.

All it does to me is make me perpetually moody, needy, and massively hungry. And also unproductive.

I hate it and I want it to pass so badly.

I want the sun back.

I want my summer back.