I grew up in the desert. After ninth grade we (my parents and I) moved to San Diego. In 1997 we (my husband, son, and I) moved to Iowa. I always pictured Winters with snow...imagining how it would be so beautiful, falling softly outside my window on Christmas Eve, and then on Christmas morning as we gathered around the Christmas tree. I pictured my family and I building a snowman in our front yard, and my kids with a snow fort in our backyard. Snowball fights. Pranks with Mountain Dew in the yards of our friends.
Never did I picture my kids missing so much school that they may have Saturday school just to make it up, and how hard it is to drive in the snow. I never once saw white-out conditions and blizzards, or feared of flooding if it all melted too quickly. I didn't see the depression that has been looming over me as I hear of yet another snow storm, or scrape off my car AGAIN, or look out the window and see snow falling again.
I'm just so sick of it...I have never wanted Spring to come so badly. I don't even like Spring (allergies), but I really hate Winter.
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