Today I realized I got to the point where I can pretty much assume I grew tired of winter, cold and layers of clothing. It happens every single year, right about the same time when I suddenly start dreaming about spring. A little too early? I thought so too. And this depressing month of January is not helping either. I think out of the entire year, this has always been my least favorite month, partially because it meant the holidays were over, and partially because all throughout school, this month brought along stressful times, exams and endless deadlines. I guess I still can’t shake off that feeling.