Last Thursday and Friday I woke up to something that was so familiar. For a moment there I thought we would be getting a white Christmas. Whenever I see a little bit of snow it would remind me of years of having to shovel the snow in the driveway and on the street so my parents can drive their cars into the garage. We live on a hill so you can imagine the fun that I had during the winter months of heavy snow. It was a good exercise though, especially when you have to shovel the snow twice daily for hours.
I don’t mind the cold over here that much. So far it has never been as cold as what I am used to back in the US. I was out and walking around on Friday night doing some Christmas shopping and getting some fresh air.