Here in the Southern Hemisphere we are entering into the magical season of Spring. Spring for me is like the beginning of a romance, the wonderful awkwardness of a budding relationship is like the clumsiness seen as a baby bird wobbles around the nest. The butterflies in your stomach equate to literal butterflies seen on every blooming flower. And as with new love when you see the world through rose coloured spectacles, every morning in Spring feels like you are seeing the world anew. However much like love, I am horribly allergic to Spring. My favourite season brings literal tears to my eyes with each new sneeze. I am on constant medication to stop my eyes from swelling shut, to stop me from wanting to scratch my own eyes out… Yet still I love Spring. Each year, I like forward to it with nervous trepidation, yet hopeless excitement.
Much the same as I still love, LOVE. After every horrible breakup, or hookup that goes nowhere, every unrequited love affair, or hopeless crush- my faith remains strong. The romantic in me has a good cry, filled with every hopeless cliche of comfort eating and marathon reading sessions. But then the minute the metaphorical weather starts to change in my love life, and there is a new bud starting to bloom, it is as if every hurt or allergy is forgotten and all I see is the beauty all around. Heres hoping I finally find the love that transcends the seasons. That I go through a season of passionate summer with someone, and even a season of comfortable winter- but that a season of butterfly filled Spring is always near.