I really miss snow.
As a native Tennessean, I never really had a whole lot of exposure to it growing up – I remember a few “big” snows in my younger years, when we got maybe 6 inches or so.
And I’d never driven in it. I never had to. Everything shut down when we got an inch.
When I graduated from college, I packed up and moved to northeastern Ohio in the middle of winter.
My parents, both from New York, laughed knowingly when I told them my plans.
I should have known what I was in for when my Christmas gifts from my family that year included a heavy wool coat, a scarf, gloves and a hat.
My third day on the job after moving to Ohio, we got a blizzard.
In one night, we got 24 inches of snow, and I had to be at the office the next morning; there was no such thing as a “snow day.”
So my first time driving in the snow was in the middle of a blizzard.
I’d never even heard of a “snow emergency,” so I had no idea that I wasn’t legally allowed on the roads; I just thought I was the only person nuts enough to try driving.
But I survived, and so did the car.
I learned really quick all the “fun” stuff that goes along with heavy, frequent snows – car doors freezing shut, leaving for work a half hour earlier to clear snow and ice, shoveling sidewalks, slipping on icy porch steps, etc.
And yet, I absolutely loved it.
My colleagues, native Ohioans, would just shake their heads; they’d dealt with enough snow in their lifetimes to just be sick of it.
But to me, every snowfall made me feel like a kid running to the window Christmas morning to see if there’d be a white Christmas.
And you’re never too old for trash-bag sledding.
I’ve now been back in Tennessee for longer than I lived in Ohio, and while I don’t often miss a lot from it – I primarily miss the friends I made there – we’re approaching the time of year when I start to pine for it.
I stepped outside Thursday evening, and the sky just had that familiar pre-snow cast to it. I knew the odds of snow were beyond slim, yet I couldn’t help but wish for it.
So if by some miracle, we actually get a “good” snow here any time this season, feel free to blame or thank me as you’d like, because I’m going to be wishing and praying every day from here on out.