30 Till 30 | Let It…SNOW?!
In LA, we don’t DO *snow*.
Growing up, the only snow I ever saw was from the white-capped mountains in the far-off distance along the valley. That and the one time my late uncle threw a snowball at my head when I was four and I cried (Hey, Uncle Mike!). Other than that, my life growing up was filled with sunny skies, summertime brush fires, and the occasional rainfall followed by the inevitable phrase of, “Oh, good, we really needed it!”
I still remember when I told my parents that I was moving to DC, one of their first reactions was, “Oh! You’ll get to have a REAL Fall”—that was enough to get me excited. And I did get to experience a REAL Fall, I only wish I knew that the changing leaves would happen almost instantly and that I had to find the absolute right time to see it happen. But I digress, because when January rolled around—there it was. S N O W
My face says it all—the joy, the wonderment, the childlike disregard of being properly bundled up from head-to-toe—it was a veritable winter wonderland. I almost took the entire day off to walk the snow-covered streets, but then I went outside and tried to walk and it turns out I don’t have the proper shoes to do so. Instead, I rounded the block a few times and promptly made it back inside to thaw out.
For that week, I couldn’t stop smiling at it all;I couldn’t stop laughing at how silly it all felt; I couldn’t stop…coughing. Yes, it was the first time I experienced snow in my adult life and I got sick.
No, it wasn’t COVID (still haven’t gotten that), but a common cold. A COMMON COLD! So in a way, I was able to take time off to experience the snow and bask in a winter wonderland—it just wasn’t quite the way I expected it.
But I’ll tell you this much—it was worth it.
