Since moving to central Washington (and having a record amount of snow compared to recent years) everyone says I must be used to it because we lived in Alaska. But here's the truth.
In Alaska I didn't have to function in the snow. I didn't have to get the children geared up every morning, loading them in the car as it defrosted, scraping the windows and driving them to school. I didn't have to grocery shop in the snow. I didn't have to get the mail in the snow. Anything I did in the snow in Alaska was because I wanted to. If I wanted to go out and play in it, we would gear up and go out. Otherwise, I had nothing to do with the snow.
Here, I have to function. I have to get them to school, I have to run errands, I have to run our household. Snow or no snow, life goes on. Honestly, it's very different.
So while I'm grateful my face doesn't hurt when I go outside,
functioning in the snow is a pain all it's own!
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