Some things never change
So, I'll start by establishing something everyone should understand before reading further. I moved to Boston and whether it was or was not the purpose, I'm kindof starting a new life. I'm keeping my old one, but I am starting a new one. So I expected some things to change. I will make some new friends. I will do new things. I will probably talk funny when I get back to Texas. I will eat, sleep, and breathe music for the next four or five years. These are significant changes.
Okay, having established what this move represents, I'm going to tell you something about my old life that you may or may not have known. It's not really shocking. It's not going to make you hate me (if it does, you're weird). I love rain.
I love clouds. I love cold. I love wind. I love ice. I even love sleet. But mostly, I love snow. Being from Texas, it's automatic. Snow = Good. And I especially love seeing them right when I wake up, and thinking maybe, maaaayyybe, this weather will stick all day. But, in Texas, the rule always was that when I got out of bed to take my shower, it would be gone when I got back. Every single time there has any been any sort of falling moisture. Fog, even. Once I take my shower, it is gone. I think that may have been why the weather was so unpredictable in Texas. I showered every morning.
This was one of the things I expected to change when i came here. Don't ask me why. So this morning, when the sunlight was reflecting off of skyscrapers into my window, I lazily opened my eyes and saw big, beautiful, fluffy flakes of snow falling so slowly and picturesque like romantic comedies made for the holidays. Well, i hoped it would still be snowing when I got out of the shower. I was going to go outside and take pictures. And oogle.
But it wasn't.
Okay, having established what this move represents, I'm going to tell you something about my old life that you may or may not have known. It's not really shocking. It's not going to make you hate me (if it does, you're weird). I love rain.
I love clouds. I love cold. I love wind. I love ice. I even love sleet. But mostly, I love snow. Being from Texas, it's automatic. Snow = Good. And I especially love seeing them right when I wake up, and thinking maybe, maaaayyybe, this weather will stick all day. But, in Texas, the rule always was that when I got out of bed to take my shower, it would be gone when I got back. Every single time there has any been any sort of falling moisture. Fog, even. Once I take my shower, it is gone. I think that may have been why the weather was so unpredictable in Texas. I showered every morning.
This was one of the things I expected to change when i came here. Don't ask me why. So this morning, when the sunlight was reflecting off of skyscrapers into my window, I lazily opened my eyes and saw big, beautiful, fluffy flakes of snow falling so slowly and picturesque like romantic comedies made for the holidays. Well, i hoped it would still be snowing when I got out of the shower. I was going to go outside and take pictures. And oogle.
But it wasn't.