'Snow' nice to meet you
If you look outside your window
right about now, you'll probably
see snow. In fact, I really don't
think it's all that bad, considering
that I grew up with mild (though I
thought them cold when I was
experiencing them) winters in
India. Given that this is just my
second winter with snow outside
my door, I expect it'll take a few
more years and a ton of snow
before I publicly moan about my
hatred towards large amounts of
snow.
In fact, I distinctly recall a tweet I sent out during the Christmas break on the morning of December 27, 2012. With winter boots on my feet and quite possibly all the clothes I took with me to Toronto on me, I began my first adventures of shovelling snow and scraping cars.
'Oh, what it's like to pretend I'm 10 again.'
As the pile of snow beside the driveway grew bigger, big enough to perhaps make a snowman, my mind raced, perhaps to the point of imagining how most of you reading this grew up. Shovelling driveways to make that extra buck before heading on home to warm up and grab some sticks for a game of hockey. How I wish I had that while growing up.
Needless to say, I had to stop myself from going down the block asking people if I could shovel their driveway for a small fee. While I may feel like a 10-year-old inside, I didn't imagine people would believe that a 10-year-old could be six feet tall. Reality sucks at times, I tell you. But frankly, that wasn't the worst thing that happened. Living in a house with my cousins — all girls — who showed next to no interest in hockey made me want to cry. All I'd wanted was to play a game of pond hockey. Is that too much to ask for?
Anyway, while I wait to play my first pond hockey game, I move on. A white ending to 2012 — perhaps that's all I could ask for whilst wrapping up an entire calendar year in Canada. In fact, my dad looks at me with disdain when I refer to 'nine-degree weather' as mild. It's funny when I think about it, though; just over a year back, nine degrees was all I could manage, and now it's next to nothing when outside it's a nice, chilly -28 on the Celsius scale.
Old Man Winter's been a fun one this time, especially since I can now poke fun at some people I know who moved to North America for school last fall. With one year of winter experience under my belt, and being able to understand why some Canadians hate the amount of snow they get, I feel just a little more welcome to Canada.
In fact, I distinctly recall a tweet I sent out during the Christmas break on the morning of December 27, 2012. With winter boots on my feet and quite possibly all the clothes I took with me to Toronto on me, I began my first adventures of shovelling snow and scraping cars.
'Oh, what it's like to pretend I'm 10 again.'
As the pile of snow beside the driveway grew bigger, big enough to perhaps make a snowman, my mind raced, perhaps to the point of imagining how most of you reading this grew up. Shovelling driveways to make that extra buck before heading on home to warm up and grab some sticks for a game of hockey. How I wish I had that while growing up.
Needless to say, I had to stop myself from going down the block asking people if I could shovel their driveway for a small fee. While I may feel like a 10-year-old inside, I didn't imagine people would believe that a 10-year-old could be six feet tall. Reality sucks at times, I tell you. But frankly, that wasn't the worst thing that happened. Living in a house with my cousins — all girls — who showed next to no interest in hockey made me want to cry. All I'd wanted was to play a game of pond hockey. Is that too much to ask for?
Anyway, while I wait to play my first pond hockey game, I move on. A white ending to 2012 — perhaps that's all I could ask for whilst wrapping up an entire calendar year in Canada. In fact, my dad looks at me with disdain when I refer to 'nine-degree weather' as mild. It's funny when I think about it, though; just over a year back, nine degrees was all I could manage, and now it's next to nothing when outside it's a nice, chilly -28 on the Celsius scale.
Old Man Winter's been a fun one this time, especially since I can now poke fun at some people I know who moved to North America for school last fall. With one year of winter experience under my belt, and being able to understand why some Canadians hate the amount of snow they get, I feel just a little more welcome to Canada.
