Snow or Not, I’m Heading to Boston
My Boston friends are so storm-weary. I can hear it in their voices. But this California girl sees pictures of snow blanketing the streets and get a little glimmer in her eye. I lived in Boston for four years and clearly remember the anticipation and excitement that came with news of pending storms. Sometimes I’d wake in the middle of the night just to stare out the window and watch the white stuff fall. I never dressed properly, was always sick, and of course city snow turns to slush in the blink of an eye, but I refused to let go of my romantic notion of snow as pure perfection. I’ve got a great winter coat, a warm, fuzzy hat, and I’m looking forward to wearing it all on my trip East next week.