Kick Start The Broomstick

As above, so below
Place your bets which way the head will roll
Made in your image, we are at least
As twisted and mean as thee
-Aurelio Voltaire, The Headless Waltz
So we're now in the official 'dark half' of the year, when winter comes, the harvest is done with, and it gets cold and dark. No wonder way back when people began to associate winter with death. Not that this is a morbid or bad thing, just the way it is. Spring comes, it gets warmer, and life goes on. I'm wondering if the change in temperature (even out here on the far side of the world) is responsible for the fact that I'm having a hard time getting started in the morning, and finding I need to overcome some inertia each morning to get going. Once I manage that though, it's no big deal. Usually this is to get down to the gym, aided by a couple cups of coffee.
Another reason could be spending too much time out here away from home, family and all the things I used to take for granted. I miss the trees, forests, low elevation and even the lousy weather of the northeast, and am looking forwards to getting home again. I've been wondering, what difference does being back there make? Something about native soil, maybe? It seems like the 'feel' of the place I used to know, back in the States, is gone here- it's different. There's still air to breathe, still chi to draw upon when I work out or run, but something's missing. It's kind of like a sense of knowing what's going on around you, like knowing how the car engine works without actually seeing it, or perhaps feeling your heart beat, and your lungs aspirate, and feeling the blood flow through its channels- I feel like this sometimes after a good run. Here, I feel like that's missing. Perhaps it's the distance between myself and what I'm familiar with- all that is on the other side of the world.
So what to do? Well, there's the old adage that's particularly true for situations like this, fake it until you make it. A lot of the time it's just a question of pushing past the inertia, moving in any direction instead of no direction at all. This may sound crazy to some people, but I have a hard time tapping into the surrounding energy of this place, seeing as it's largely absent, as far as I can tell. Could be I'm so used to certain types that I miss the obvious here, also. But at any rate, I'm guessing that like the thin air here, it'll only serve to toughen me up, and I'll be that much better off when I get back to my native land, in several senses of the word. At any rate, weeks become months, and time continues its slow march towards wherever it's going. I hope the winter goes well for everyone, we're all holding down the fort here!