First Snow

Snow and I have officially ended our relationship. Well, okay, I ended things with snow. I tried to make it work, but I just couldn't find a reason to keep on holding on to something that was never going to get better. Last Saturday officially marks the end of my relationship with snow. Snow suddenly showed up, and I cried as I drove home, wishing that snow would just leave me alone. I thought about using the "it's not you, it's me" excuse, but let's get real: it IS snow. Snow makes me cold, nervous, and miserable. Everyone sees things differently; I'm sure someone else will think snow is beautiful. I have requested (well pleaded) that when my family moves again, we land somewhere where snow can not follow us. For now, I have entered hibernation. I figure that if I steer clear of snow long enough, he'll get take a cue and stop bothering me.