Snowpocalypse

Being on the second floor of my house means that the snow doesn't look so scary. But there's got to be at least a foot or two on the ground right now, and it's still coming down in clumps. I can't remember the last time I saw this much snow, and I've been living up north my whole life.

Of course, this inclement weather gives me a huge justification to sit on my bed in my big purple sweater all day. I've been watching way too much Law and Order SVU on Netflix, but I'm also putting together cover letters for the summer. Then again, that's basically been my whole Janterm. I didn't get into any classes but that's turning out alright. The universe wanted me to have a month sitting and knitting and working when I feel like it. It's nice to not have to worry about waking up for the same class every day, especially not when it feels like Siberia outside.

Speaking of which, there is a row of students outside trekking through the snow, trying to have an adventure of some sorts. They're crazy. But I had a snow adventure last night (or this morning?) in the form of a wintry walk in the wee hours, as the snow was just starting to come down. There were three of us out there, and it felt like we were the only people in the world besides the snow plow men. We threw snowballs at each other and wrote our names in the snow with our feet. It was so pretty out; I kept feeling like we were in Scandinavia or something. I felt like I was a kid again. Like cover letters didn't matter and the most exciting thing in the world was staying up late to play in the snow and then drink hot chocolate.

This is all even more poignant when I realize that I'm turning twenty this Monday, and Saturday is the big party night. We're celebrating two other mid-January birthdays that night too. There will be colored twinkle lights and a whole lot of floor-shaking dancing. It'll be the perfect Viking funeral for my teenage years.