One thing I hate about winters is that I feel forced to spend time at home. That sounds like I don't like where I live, but that's not what I mean. When it's warm outside there's so much more you can do, in my case mainly go skate, and when I decide to spend half a day at home then I do so of my own free will. The cold and the snow eliminates that option, therefore leaves me no choice.
Luckily, people are highly adaptive creatures and lately I've discovered the perks of being home a lot. For example, I spend a lot less money. I go to the near-by market every once in a while, but consumption habits are bound to change when you don't go out that much. Another byproduct is laziness. Or let's call it unproductiveness. Why? Because I am too comfortable to focus on work.
And that's terrible, because work is what I have a lot of these days. I have a new folder full of old news and empty documents. Numerous articles are waiting to be translated and edited. I have a shelf full of books that are waiting to be picked-up, countless pages that are dying to stretch out and breathe. I have a blog full of unwritten posts, drafts with no date and time flying away. All that, while I'm at home.
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