I’m so over the snow.

I hate to break it to you, but snow, actually winter overall, is overrated. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s unnecessary. All of it.

I grew up in Atlanta, Georgia, a place that experiences one inch of snow and then shuts down for a week. You could get through the winters with a warm pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. The Christmases were sunny, and the winters short. And on the off chance that it did snow, and school was canceled, there was no class. Period. None of this Zoom class nonsense. I loved my city of short winters and long warm summers. 

Unfortunately, my warm paradise was not meant to last. After I moved to Northbrook, Illinois, everything changed. The second the plane landed at O’Hare airport, I began to brace for impact. I knew I was justifiably worried when my classmates heard that I was from Georgia and responded with “Oof, you better get ready for a real winter.” They were right.

October quickly became November and chilly quickly became hellish. The cold knocked my Southern sensibilities right out of me. I bought snow boots for the first time and learned the art of layering my shirt under my sweater under my jacket. I went to school in the dark. I got out of school in the dark. The worst part was that it lasted forever. We would be lucky if we got a whiff of spring by the beginning of March. If you think I’m being dramatic, I’m not, I’m simply being honest.

Finally, I made it to Barnard and to New York. And I have to be honest, I thought that the winters were actually not that bad. They aren’t, compared to Northbrook at least. They’re not Georgia winters, but it’s fine. 

But after these last two weeks, I’m over it. The snow was supposed to be gone by now, not piling on. The sun was supposed to be out, and I’m so done with my snow boots. I would be more okay with it if we still had good old fashioned snow days, where classes were canceled and we could enjoy the day and a little playtime in the snow, but Zoom class has effectively killed that fantasy hasn’t it? 

I have had it with all the snow. Seriously, I feel taunted by my friends’ pictures on sunny Florida beaches. This past Sunday, Snowmagedden if I may, I woke up, looked out the window and thought to myself, “I should have gone to school in California.” 

Maybe I’m jinxing it by saying this, but I finally feel like we’re close to the end, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s finally warming up around here. And I can’t wait. 

The giant snowman has finally seen its shadow people. It’s time to wake up and smell the melted street puddles. It’s time for spring.  

Images via Bwog Archives