Winter Is Being Aggressive. We’re About to Leave.

Winter didn’t ease in politely. It rolled in like it owned the place.

Cold. Rude. Uninvited.

It kicked the door open, made itself comfortable, and immediately started freezing things like Mr. Freeze off his meds—ice everywhere, zero chill, and absolutely no concern for anyone who needs to move their limbs or survive without cryogenic assistance.

So, we’ve started doing what we do best this time of year: mentally checking out while physically preparing to roll south. In just a few days, we’ll hitch up, fire up the RV, and not so politely remove ourselves from this toxic situationship.

So anyway...we're leaving.

Florida, you’re up.

The plan (and by plan we mean loose suggestions): Florida springs that look Photoshopped but are very real. Paddling clear water until our shoulders file a formal complaint. Floating past manatees while reminding ourselves that jail would really disrupt our travel plans.

Wandering state parks in actual outdoor weather. And yes — some Disney time, because snacks, nostalgia, and manufactured joy are sometimes necessary for morale.

We’ll also be hitting RV shows, which is always entertaining because it turns into us wandering around like, “Okay but why would you put that there?” and “This layout had potential until someone made that decision. We’ll be mentally redesigning rigs like we’re the professionals they absolutely should have hired — especially when it comes to aesthetics. Layouts, finishes, storage… we have thoughts. Many thoughts. And we will be sharing them quietly with each other while nodding politely at sales reps.

There will be a little work sprinkled in (because life keeps life-ing, and, well, bills), but it’s much more tolerable when you know you can step outside afterward without your face going numb. Revolutionary concept, honestly.

Mostly though, we’re excited to be outside again. Like… actually outside. Campfires without frostbite risk assessments — and enjoying them without wanting to crawl into the fire just to feel something. Sitting under the awning without negotiating with blankets. Drinking coffee that doesn’t turn into iced coffee against our will. Existing without five layers and a sense of betrayal. Just unhinged joy, vitamin D, and the radical act of not suffering.

Meanwhile…While some of you are:• debating whether to answer “wyd tonight?” just to stay warm• layering hoodies like emotional armor• scraping ice off windshields while questioning every life decision• pretending space heaters are personality traits• saying “it’s not even that cold” while visibly shivering• convincing yourselves seasonal depression is just ✨winter vibes✨• fighting static electricity like it’s a personal enemy• rotating between three blankets and still being cold• thawing pipes, toes, or both• raw-dogging winter for “character development”

We’ll be:• floating springs• sitting outside in short sleeves• not thawing anything• not negotiating with the weather• not texting people out of seasonal desperation• and definitely not bonding with winter in any meaningful way

Winter can keep the attitude. We’re packing up in a few days and choosing sunshine, water, and better design choices. 🚐☀️💦

Are you escaping winter or emotionally surviving it?👇👇👇

— FreckledGinger Goes