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.