We knew it was coming.
It took forever.
Somehow I hoped it wouldn't happen this year.
I hoped in vain.
It came.
It took forever.
Somehow I hoped it wouldn't happen this year.
I hoped in vain.
It came.



I've now officially lived in Utah for 10 years. I think the novelty of the snow has finally worn off for me. Perhaps if I was really into snow sports it could be different. But in order to be into snow sports (I actually do enjoy skiing), I have to first own the equipment. More importantly, I need to own REALLY WARM clothes (especially gloves). The first time I went snowboarding (about 11 years ago) I ended up in tears, sitting on a hill I had no business being on when it was my first time, praying my fingers wouldn't break off. The good graces of a friend of the guy I was dating at the time who traded me gloves is the only thing that got me out alive.
So until we have the money that gets us this nice gear as well as annual passes for two, I think I'm only going to get more sick of the snow. Yes, it's great to look at (especially when inside a nice, warm place). But I've decided that I can just buy a nice picture of it, hang it on the wall and call it good.
I'm ready for some year-round warmth (or at least NO MORE snow!!!)





