Snow.

So I have to write about the snow. Mostly because I've already talked and taken pictures of it incessantly; now it's time to write about it. It is falling feverishly outside my window as I speak; we are expecting about 6 inches today. (I get to say stuff like that now, preferably in a snarky English accent. "Oh, yes, hmm.. We'll be expecting about, hmm, 6 inches today.")
The people who have lived here, or anywhere else where a lot of snow in the winter-time is a common thing, go about their daily lives as usual while this gorgeous stuff falls from the sky. Seriously, they don't even care. They don't bat an eye or take a second glance at it. Meanwhile, I have to try and be cool as I can (pun intended), so as to blend in.
And then it's everywhere, all the time, even when the sun is shining. It coats the world around me and serves as a constant reminder that I'm not in Kansas anymore. (By Kansas, I mean California of course.) Sure, I have seen snow before in my life, but never like this. This is something else entirely.
If ever I find myself getting used to it, for example, when I step outside and it doesn't surprise me... that's when I mentally kick myself. To say that it is "beautiful" is an incredulous understatement, and it will only be here for the rest of the winter season, so appreciate it- I will.
Friends and family from back home keep bringing up the weather. It's not all that surprising...  From the moment that I told everyone I would be moving across the country to the Land of the Snow and the Blunt, I pretty much always got the same response. "Oh, you're going to be cold!" they would say. And then they would laugh and laugh as I politely nodded wishing I thought it was as funny as they did. "You're going to be so cold!" To be honest, the cold is not nearly as horrible as everyone had made it out to be. It's not as if people on the East Coast just stand outside in it for hours on end waiting to get frostbite before exclaiming, "Okay, that's enough!" and going back inside where there are these wonderful inventions called heaters. The cold is only endured when getting from your house to your car and your car to wherever it is you're going and back again. Besides, the sharpness of the chilled air against my person makes me feel alive. It reminds me of the brave step I've taken to get myself here. It also reminds me I should really invest in some thermals.
Speaking of the people inhabiting the East Coast- they aren't the friendliest when you first meet them. In fact, they're not all that friendly the second time you meet them, either. Okay, so I've met, maybe, like three nice people since moving here and two of them were waitresses at a restaurant anticipating a tip. I choose to believe people on the East Coast will warm up to me eventually. (Pun, again, entirely intended.) "They're frozen, Taylor," as my aunt previously explained to me, "They need time to thaw out."