Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare. I’ve got to fly to St. Somewhere, I’m close to bodily harm…

That’s from Jimmy Buffett’s Boat Drinks, a song that instantly transports me to the land of sunshine, wind on the water, and a criminally under-developed sense of personal responsibility.  It wasn’t until we moved to Norway and experienced long northern European winters first-hand that I gained a full appreciation for “This mornin’, I shot six holes in my freezer.  I think I got cabin fever, somebody sound the alarm”.  The sun may not come out to play for weeks on end, only to suddenly pounce and sear the retinas like a Class 4 laser.  The oppressive cold seeps into your bones, until you scurry like startled cockroaches from errand to errand whenever you absolutely must go outside.  Nights at home are dominated by comfort food, couch-camping, and fervent worship of Television Almighty.  If the grocery stores should fail to open for two days, I fully expect my neighbors to enthusiastically take up canibalism.  Times like these, St. Anywhere would be a good alternative!  You study old vacation photographs obsessively, desperately trying to remember the taste of warm sunshine.  Holiday packages anywhere south of the equator get intense scrutiny, and your standards for personal safety plummet (sure, they call them “warlords”, but is it really worse than Jersey? ).  In the end, it becomes like most trying times: bear what you must, live in the moments cherishing the good times, and know that there’s a better day a-comin’.  The image below is one of those that are lovingly pressed to the heart…a warm summer day hiking above the Aurlandsfjorden in Norway, wonderful friends, and sunshine on my shoulder.  (18 August, 2011  Aurland, Norway)

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  1. Love this commentary – although I’ve never experienced cabin fever quite bad enough to bring up cannibalism, I do know that itchy feeling for a change of scenery. Not having a big trip planned this year (cause of baby) has made me all but beg hubs for one weekend to a nearby beach just so I can pretend I’m somewhere exotic :-). Remember this picture and moment fondly! Xo

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