So, there is nothing good about snow.
Today was the first snow of the season. Like all first snows, it’s slick and surprising and dangerous!
I never once got over 40 on the way to work this morning, and the main road I travel on has a speed limit of 55. Throughout the whole drive, I was overly cautious and freaking out. I trust my Subaru to stop on ice and get me to my destinations safely. However, I do not trust all the other drivers with less dependable cars and speeding issues.
I remember as a young Floridian child, I used to think that snow was this great, beautiful, glorious thing. Even throughout the majority of my first Indiana winter, I still loved the snow. But then, I noticed something. After the snow angels and snowball fights and sledding, snow hardens and becomes lethal snowball material. I also noticed how the morning-after snow lining the streets wasn’t soft, beautiful, and white; it was lumpy, brown, and yellow.
The love I had for snow slowly turned to hate. Waiting for the bus was a horribly cold activity which only furthered my hate for snow and the winter.
I still hate snow. It’s even worse now because I have to drive in it. Whenever I’m driving in snow/sleet/ice, I clench the steering wheel with fear, and my stomach swells with butterflies.
It took me roughly 45 minutes once I got to work to get over my anxiety. It’s freezing in this building, but I was warm because I was still so stressed from the drive.
I love Indiana with all my heart, but when it comes to these winters, all I can do it plot an exit strategy. Global warming, hurry up and do away with snow altogether! Unfortunately though, I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works at all.