Today I went out looking for a new car.
It was cold outside but nothing too drastic. Even for a former Arizonan….(can’t believe I’m already referring to myself like that).
As I drove to the dealership I saw, for the first time since the 80s, flakes coming down from the sky. I got a sick feeling to my stomach. All of my memories of this stuff came rushing back to me in a matter of seconds.
OK, so it isn’t Chicago-like snow and cold…doesn’t matter. The stuff SUCKS. No it isn’t "beautiful", no it isn’t "fun". Yes, it is cold. Yes, it is wet and messy. Obviously I haven’t had too many good experiences with the stuff. Yes, I’ve been sledding, had snowball fights, made snow angels, blah blah blah…but I just don’t like it.
I miss Arizona REALLY badly now.
and no, I don’t need a SAD light.
UPDATE: I’m snowed in. Why would a SouthCentral-Arizonan need a snow shovel or plow? I need one now. It is still coming down and there must be a foot already accumulated on the sidewalk. I’m from Chicago–I know real snow. It’s not cold outside, but its snowin’ up a frickin’ MOUNTAIN of white stuff!
I’m counting the days…170 from today…