There’s something strange about living in the land of eternal summer. First of all, anyone who says that California does not have seasons is sorely mistaken. The coast of Colombia does NOT have seasons. California has millions of seasons in comparison.
According to the locals there are seasons though. Rainy season one and rainy season two. The first rainy season is in April and lasts about a month or so. This is the less intense rainy period. In October and September there is the really rainy season. That’s when it pours every single day and looks exactly like what you imagine a tropical coast to look like.
It took me about two years but now I can feel the imperceptible changes throughout the year. December is “chilly” and brings the strong winds. July is the hottest. February is the calmest. Which is probably why they have their week-long Carnaval celebrations during February. It’s the most stable time.
Despite all of these miniscule changes, I am essentially living in an eternal summer. This month marks three years of living in Colombia. And I can’t believe it. Like I literally cannot grasp that that much time has passed. You could tell me that I am 22, just graduated college, and have been volunteering for a summer in Colombia before starting grad school in September. You could tell me that only a few months have passed and I would 100% believe you.
I remember my first dinner in Colombia, in a hotel with 33 other tired, anxious and excited gringos. The current volunteer sitting next me to looked at me and said, “The days are long but the years are short,” and I was like…yikes. That sounds like the least pleasant way to spend a few years of my life.
But she was right. The hot days seem to drag on forever. You could have been working all morning, sweating, trying to corral students, dealing with problems, chatting with counterparts, calling other Peace Corps Volunteers, cleaning the house, cooking lunch, and then you look at the clock and it’s 10 am. But I swear to you that the years have passed in the blink of an eye. Three years of my life. That’s grad school. That’s a job. That’s a relationship. That’s a few seasons of Game of Thrones.
I’ve heard before that time is a construct. And that is not a concept that I am mentally able to grasp. I can’t understand how we could construct something that moves in a seemingly linear fashion. One hour leads to another leads to a day leads to a week leads to a month leads to a year leads to a lifetime. It seems like a natural progression. It’s worked that way my entire life. But this… I don’t know. This feels different. This feels unimaginably circular. It’s something I’m clearly having trouble expressing. But I feel like I’ve been here for no more than a day… but also I’ve been here my whole life. When summer never ends that means there’s no fall, no winter, no spring. That means the natural milestones that I’ve always had no longer direct and control my life. It might also have something to do with the fact that for the first time in 22 years my calendar is not focused on a school year. School starts in August. Christmas break when it gets cold. Spring break when it starts to get warm enough. Summer break. Repeat.
So it’s hard to say if this is new passage of time is due to becoming a real live adult (yikes) or due to my eternal Colombian summer.
Essentially what I’m trying to say is… you’re not allowed to get mad at me for not keeping up my blog every week like I promised. Because I’m pretty sure I just posted something yesterday.