When we moved to Fayetteville, we were prepared for harsh winters and ice storms. We had heard stories of power outages, road closings, and being stuck at home for days. I was mostly nervous about the possibility of large amounts of snow and ice, but also maybe a little excited about the thought of being at home in front of the fire place while a winter wonderland formed outside my window.
Last winter (our first winter in Arkansas) was mild. There might have been a few snow flurries here and there, but nothing to write home about. This winter, however, we encountered some pretty serious snow and winter storm situations. "Serious" in my eyes, at least. I'm from Alabama, remember? It's all relative.
The snow was fun for about 5 minutes, and then I was completely over it. It wasn't bad enough to not go to work, so my dreams of watching snow fall while snuggling in front of the fire place were crushed. A drive that normally takes 10 minutes turned into an hour and a half of terror. It was terrible.
It has snowed a couple of times since then and I just really can't have a good attitude about it. I don't even think I have proper clothes to wear in the snow and I have no intention of investing in any anytime soon.
The snow
is pretty sometimes. I'll admit it. At least, that's what I kept trying to tell myself as I drove up mountains with white knuckles, trembling knees, and tears blurring my vision.
So, here's to hopefully moving back to the real south real soon. This Alabama girl needs to get back home.
