It was different when I was 5.

While I was digging through the snow with the help of my awesome boyfriend to unveil my poor defenseless car I came to the utter realization that....I don't like snow.

But it was different when I was 5 years old and then some, you know? I couldn't imagine a Christmas without that fresh white powder glistening in the morning when you look out the window and then rush to find wrapped presents under the tree. Or when you wake up one day and realize there's a good chance school is closed today because you know without snow...there'd be no snow day. Then it's time to double sock and bundle up because last one out is a butt. (Yeah. I think that's the most imaginative insult I could think of back then.) Snow angels. Snow ball fights. Sledding. Rolling around in snow for the hell of it. Snow caves during blizzards. I took a nap in one before while my parents shoveled.

Now...I'm 21. I haven't grown up completely. I mean I like looking out the window to see snow during Christmas or when I don't have class because of it. I just don't want to be outside when it happens. I don't like having to find my car under it. I don't like driving in it. I don't like when my boyfriend has to wait for the streets to get plowed before he sees me. I don't like when it gets matted on my jeans and I freeze in class even after it's melted because now it's just wet and cold. I don't have that want to play anymore. Sad isn't it?

Oh my!! Does that mean I'm getting old?! I've become so bitter towards playing in snow?! Sigh. I should get my boots on and run around outside with the puppy. This can't be happening. I have a theory. Maybe it's just because it's been a long winter and I'm just anxious for spring that's all.

Although...if I had a choice when moving I'd move somewhere forever Spring. Any suggestions?