In the summer of 2014 we spent time in Northern Ireland and Scotland. Northern Ireland was chillier than Amman, and it drizzled. A lot.
There was a quote that we saw in a shop window and it spoke to me.
I have to admit that my biggest concern with moving to Germany was the winter weather. It's still dark at 8 a.m. It's dark again at 4:30 p.m. And some days it's cold. So cold. So very cold.
I don't do cold, and there are still times that my hands and feet get cold while I'm sitting at work or at home. That's normal, right? But so far winter in Frankfurt hasn't been awful.
Our home is designed for cold. The heaters are toasty, the blankets are flung about, the windows don't leak.
I have a heavy coat with a big hood and lined pockets.
I have ankle boots that are lined and water-proofed.
I wear a scarf every day with my coat and at work.
I have a large assortment of sweaters, and one is wool so on really cold days that gets pulled out.
For really cold days I have leggings for under my pants and silky tops that are awesome layering insulators.
And in the past 20 years I've put on 30 pounds of living insulation.
I. Am. Set. And it makes living here that much more fun.