let it snow.
When I first moved to New York City, the one thing I was most afraid of was the non-stop snow: my productivity archenemy, making even the simplest errands more clumsy and cold. That seems almost comical now.
Back in Durham, snow days are just like any other day: walk to work, fill out some paperwork, walk home, make dinner, check on my bugs, and fall asleep either reading or watching TV. I quite like the routine and knowing that I get to spend the evening curled up on the couch with S.
I don’t have to see that awkward clenched jaw look people get when they see me and don’t know what to say. I don’t have to explain that I’m working as a glorified secretary. I don’t have to think about the people who haven’t even tried to call… but why should they? It’s our lives that have changed, not theirs.
What I’m afraid of now is when the snow days end and I have to realized that we’re not in Oz anymore…
