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I was not built for the desert.
While the scenery over the past few days has been exceptionally beautiful, my skin has not been impressed. Despite constantly hydrating and applying (and reapplying) lotion in an attempt to keep my skin from crumbling, sadly it has been slowly turning into dust. (I am just minutes away from a starring role in the movie Death Becomes Her.)
I can’t imagine what condition my hands would be in right now had I not packed multiple travel-sized lotions. Clearly, I’ve become conditioned to the damp Seattle climate.
It’s so interesting that we have the ability to acclimate to our environment. Living in Austin for several years, I got used to the dry weather. And it took me some time (and a lot of rain gear) to settle into the Pacific Northwest climate too.
But we don’t acclimate quickly, and these short little trips can take a toll.
By the time we were making our way home yesterday I was lathering up with moisturizer every chance I got. (And quite frankly, my self-care choices were limited by our travel plans.)
My hands appreciated the extra love, though. They do a lot for me, so it seemed like a small gesture of gratitude.