London, I’m a bit upset with you.
You are so darn photogenic – do you have any idea how beautiful you would look with some snowfall?
These are views that some may find crazy but I’d like to think they are the natural thoughts of a Minnesotan-turned-expat.
When you live in Minnesota, you love the first snowfall. Because its usually more than a simple flurry that disappears overnight. (If its just a little flurry it doesn’t even count.) You wake up to a winter wonderland. You wake up to air that’s lost its noise. Everything’s muffled or crunchy when you walk on it. You see little tracks where critters have run across the back yard and you watch birds poke through the snow to get at pickings on the ground. You watch steam come out of chimneys across the neighborhood. And you brace yourself for a long winter.
Because that feeling quickly wears off after you’ve shoveled the driveway a few thousand times and you realise you’re still wearing a parka in early May.
Once you leave Minnesota, however, everything changes and you want nothing more than snow all the time. The air starts to cool, Thanksgiving is over and you are pulling out the Christmas lights… And that brings the challenges out for the Minnesotan expat.
Exhibit A: In which the Minnesotan believes its snowing on Oxford Street on December 1st
True story. Coming out of a quick work meeting around Bond Street, I was strolling down Oxford Street, passing the HMV, when I SAW THEM. Little specks of white floating gently in the light of a street lamp. Pretty sure I gasped out loud, jerked around wildly looking to see if anyone else was seeing what I was (thankfully, they were…) and immediately scribbled a text message to a work colleague (in all capital letters) proclaiming that it was SNOWING IN LONDON.
I wanted to declare a school day, heck – call a national holiday and think about sledding down Primrose Hill. (Side note, Brits, the word “sledging” just sounds wrong, sorry)
And that’s when I realised stupid Boots pharmacy had a really realistic snow machine going…
Exhibit B: Above manifestations of excitement about the potential of snowfall will inevitably lead an expat Minnesotan to wax lyrical stories about winters which will have all non-Minnesotans picturing scenes like the above.
Which is actually Alaska.
Minnesota is beautiful. But its not “Alaska beautiful”. And its pretty tough to see the Northern Lights except when they are extremely active up North.
Exhibit C: You find out its even snowing in Brussels of all places on December 2nd
And then you just feel life is unfair.
I jest of course (well, I wish I was joking about the Oxford Street incident), but it has struck me how years away from Minnesota has left me pining for a proper snowfall for the holidays. One that preferably doesn’t involve me launching myself down an Alp on skis. Just a good old, wake-up-in-your-own-home snow to watch over a cup of coffee in your pajamas. Snow to turn on some Christmas tunes to and decorate your Christmas tree.
COME ON London, do a girl a favor. Please :)
This post is part of the always fun travel link up hosted by Kelly, Emma, Rebecca and Sam – with this month’s theme being celebrating the holidays. I have not so much talked about celebrating holidays as I have ranted about snow… but aren’t holidays better with snow?