I spent the last five years here, in sunny South Florida. This was the view just two blocks from my pink Spanish-style 1920s bungalow.
And here’s the beach, just five minutes from my house.
And now, here’s what I’ve been living in for the last month and a half.
It looks lovely, right? I thought so too – the first time it snowed after Thanksgiving. I was enchanted, reliving childhood memories of making snow angels and drinking hot cocoa by the window as the snow fell outside. After not seeing snow fall in five years, I found it refreshing.
But now it’s almost Valentine’s Day, and Charlottesville has seen four more snowfalls. It’s official: I’m sick of snow.
We haven’t seen the grass in weeks. There’s a mountain of snow piled outside my window by the lovely managers of my apartment complex, blocking the little sunlight we get for a few hours each day. Walking to Darden each day is an exercise in ice dancing. I now own a snow shovel, three pairs of snow-worthy boots and a pair of snow pants. It’s cold, there’s frozen stuff falling from the sky and the wind is blowing it in my face.
And none of it would be so bad if we had snow days, like when we were kids. But no, Darden closes for no man, woman or snowstorm. One of the librarians said that in her 30 years at the school, it’s closed exactly twice.
I miss Florida.
Luckily I’ve booked an escape to the Sunshine State for the end of this month to attend my dear friend Leslie’s wedding. Fingers crossed that a snowstorm doesn’t blow through that weekend and ground me in Charlottesville.
Update: My brother just reminded me that we used to fantasize about this volume of snow when we were kids so we could build snowmen like Calvin & Hobbes. For those of you who don’t know the iconic and hilarious cartoons, check them out here.