There was a time, not long ago, where I spent most of my time complaining about snow. For most of my senior year in college I bitched about getting out of the "hell hole" I called Michigan. My sister moved to California a few years earlier, and I could not have been more jealous.
Obviously, I never left.... and it all worked out okay.
Somewhere between graduating and now, a part of me changed. You'd think that owning our first house and having to shovel the driveway, pay for heating, etc. would make me hate the weather even more, but it didn't. I loved it. Once we got our lab, I loved it even more. Mostly because she loved it!
We moved in July to Pittsburgh, and our first winter here has been kind of a bust. I mean, it was 60 degrees this Christmas!?!?!? WTF is that about!?!?!?
We jealously watched our Michigan friends and family get snow storm after snow storm, and we were SO excited to get the news that we would be hit with a big storm this weekend... it even had a name!!!!!
We ended up with only about 6-7" but it was still perfect! It snowed all Friday night, and Emmy spent most of Saturday begging to go outside and play. Thank God for warm winter boots! We stocked up Friday morning on food, and made Chicken Pot Pie, Sausage and Peppers, Apple Pie, and some crazy good Italian appetizer Blake's aunt passed down to us.
No judgement allowed, but we spent the past three days in sweatpants, playing and snuggling with the animals, and eating tons and tons of food... and maybe a few too many cocktails as well.
It's easy to complain about something that is difficult or hard on us, and it takes effort to force yourself to see the good in something even when you don't want to. Yes the snow is inconvenient, yes the snow is cold, yes most of the north part of the country is a frozen tundra, but it's also beautiful and fun too if you force yourself to see it!