Baby, it’s cold outside.
Here’s hoping that you have someone to keep you warm in the cold cold Kyrgyz winter (cold enough to freeze the inside of my windows, even with the heater on, and for me not to be able to feel my feet for a whole day and a half). And yes, my sleeping bag is named Abigail. Abigail, and endless cups of instant coffee, are currently the only thing warm things in my apartment.
Also featured in this silly doodle is my favorite Kyrgyz purchase ever, an oversized Huxtable sweater called Larry. (Yes, I do name most of my belongings, and yes, I know how weird that is. I’m a weird kid.)
And if you are interested in reading about true, compassionate, and understanding love this Valentine’s Day, read Sara’s post about finding compassion in working with harm reduction. It’s incredible and moving and difficult and inspiring.
Stay warm, stay weird, and MUCH LOVE from Bishkek,
PS. Good news, being cold is good for your metabolism. So I’ve got that going for me which is nice.