Seasonal depression survivor seeks same

Thirty-six, born at Saint Francis, never saw a reason to leave. I do bookkeeping for a family construction business, which means I'm good with numbers and bad at small talk. I come alive in summer—give me a kayak on the Connecticut River and I'm a different person. Winter turns me into a hermit who bakes too much bread and watches too much Netflix. I need someone who'll drag me outside in February and remind me the sun still exists. I'm loyal to a degree that's probably unhealthy, I make a chili that'll change your life, and I haven't missed a First Night Hartford since I was fifteen.