Hi friends! So I decided, in one of those impulsive moments, that instead of flying home from Chicago on my 5pm flight Sunday, I'd change to a 5am Monday flight. Because I didn't really want to leave. So, flights were changed, and I crashed into bed and pulled open the blinds and IT WAS SNOWING. First snow! I almost cried I was so happy. I've been to places, like ski resorts, when it's been snowing and I've been in cities AFTER it's snowed, but I've never once been in a city while it's been snowing. It was...pure. fucking. magic. Totally worth having to get up at 3am and take two flights home only to have to head straight to work.
Hope you all had a great weekend!
Also, I have no clue how you people handle the cold in the north/northeast. It's not even that cold yet and I thought I was going to vibrate straight through the concrete. I guess long johns and down jackets.