I don't think that I'll get used to seeing snow anymore than I'll get used to seeing the Capitol every time I leave my house. Prior to this stint in DC, the furthest up north I have ever lived is Oxford, Mississippi. That's not a joke.
In fact, I got so excited about the first day of snow flurries that I stopped in the middle of Dupont Circle and did a full twirl, face tilted upwards, like in a really cheesy movie. I then ran to the office and announced that IT WAS SNOWING!!! I get a few shoulder shrugs, but it didn't deter my excitement.
Or my fear. As a full bred Louisiana girl, I have no idea what to do in snowy situations. I'm fairly certain that my functionality will be zero when faced with more than a couple of flurries. My wardrobe is woefully ill prepared for really cold weather, and I can only be thankful for the fact that I will not have to drive in this stuff. That and the fact that I'm headed home in a little over a week and will thankfully miss the real DC winter...All irrational fears aside, it's still pretty exciting. I've just spent the last hour sitting in the window of my room just staring as it falls. It's actually coating the ground tonight. I've never been so enthralled.
And no, this is not the first time I've seen snow. I'm not really sure why I'm so amazed, but I'm not going to question it. All I know is that this week I have been singing a little bit louder than usual (at work--this has proven to be a small problem, even though all my co-workers swear they don't mind. Which is a good thing, cause rhythm is a dancer and it can't be stopped) and I've been caught skipping down the hall by the very distinguished director of the think tank I'm working with. I kind of wish that was a joke.
Anyway, for some inexplicable reason, despite the fact that I have no idea where I'll be living after the new year (both zip code and street address), and despite the fact that I have three lit reviews hanging over my head, and despite the fact that I had to get my bridesmaid dress let out for the wedding I'm standing in on New Year's Eve, I am still skipping and singing and hootin and hollerin. So, I will thank the snow for that.
