It snowed this weekend for the first time this year. I am happy to say that this is the last time I will say that. Well, the last time I will say that and mean significant snow, because I am pretty sure it doesn't snow this much in Houston.
I have always hated snow. I'm not sure if it is because I spent the first five years of my life in Dallas, or if it was the five years I spent in New Mexico for college. Being cold is just not my thing. I always thought it was such a hassle to get all bundled up just to go play in the snow, get cold and wet, and then come back inside without feeling in my hands and feet.
As a kid, the worst part was standing out in the cold waiting for the bus, freezing from head to toe, only to watch the bus slide by my house and decide to keep driving. In high school it was driving to school at 5 mph, hoping I didn't slide into the ditch (because the back of my old car wouldn't cooperate), and then finding out school was canceled. Nice of them to tell me before I left the house!
I am not sad to be leaving this weather. I'm sure it won't miss me either.