Admittedly this is my first real winter. Growing up in central California doesn’t expose you to the same kind of winter experience that New England does. Sure, we visited the snow. But who would be so idiotic as to go live in it?
Well, it turns out that snow, while pretty, is a pain in the ass. My car is currently buried underneath it, the street hasn’t been plowed in 2 days, and I find myself trapped indoors or stranded because public transit is no match for the whims of the weather.
Hilariously, one of my cats has decided to wait out the weather in the form of a burrito.