Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow.
::From as far back as I can remember, I lived to write. On September 18, 2012 I moved from San Francisco to New York in hopes that I could write to LIVE. Please join me in my mis/adventures as I digest life in the Big Apple::
Monday morning I turned on the news to see yet another storm approaching later in the week, a “nor’easter,” which I’ve never heard of in my life. Why? Because it only happens in the East Coast!!! Of course. I had just about HAD IT with New York.
Then I woke up Wednesday morning to see little snowflakes on my weather app. Snow?! I quickly jumped out of bed, put on a pair of galoshes, and went outside to get coffee. Dammit, just rain. By the time it was late afternoon I had forgotten all about making snow angels until Jess texted me, “Fucking snow!” To which I ran downstairs like a six year-old on Christmas morning, still in my pink long johns and teal tube socks. The rumors were true. It was winter in fall, and my very first time seeing snow in New York. I was so happy I could’ve cried. And if I had my friends and family back home next to me, I probably would’ve.
There’s just something about snowfall that turns me into a little kid. So pure, and innocent, and playful as if I have no cares in the world except for how to make the perfect snowball. I watched in awe as snowflakes collected on my black sweater, and the roofs of cars began to turn white. By the time Jess got home and the sun went down, it looked like a winter wonderland outside. And in the middle of the night I was woken by the sound of a snow plower outside my window. It was such a foreign sight to me, and an even more foreign feeling. I had always wanted to visit New York in the winter, but never made it out. Now, I don’t have to “visit” anymore. I’m really glad it snowed when it did. For some reason, it made me feel a little better about my current situation. And for the first time, I actually loved living in New York. I can’t wait for the next time.
The snow only lasted for a day, and left practically no traces in the city. But I still managed to get a few good pictures the following day.
Artwork across the street from the hair salon.
Pictures of Asians taking pictures.
No filter necessary.