I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen this much snow – on my lawn, in the streets, and piled like Mount Everest in shopping center parking lots.
It’s crazy.
Insane.
Overwhelming.
Inescapable.
I feel like I’m living in a snow globe.
Because food tastes better after dark.
A few years ago, my grandma wanted to take me into New York City for a fun, relaxing girls’ day out. I was responsible for planning the entire day – from what we’d do to where we’d eat.
At the time, I have to admit, I wasn’t a huge fan of the city. I didn’t see much excitement in going there. Too many people, too many buildings, and not nearly enough fresh air. In the land of “so much to do, so little time,” I struggled to think of activities that would make both of us happy.
Over the past 2 years, the only kind of mail I’ve been getting is – you guessed it – college mail. “Come visit us! You’ll love it here! This is the perfect place for you!” Occassionally, I even get a letter that reads, “Thank you for requesting information, Kimberly!”
. . . I hadn’t requested information any of those times.
Lately, the amount of college mail has been dwindling – thankfully! I feel like I’ve single-handedly killed a forest by merely being on the receiving end on all of this mail. Not the best feeling.
Yesterday when I got home, I had only one piece of college mail waiting for me. When I lifted the letter, I saw something else under it . . . also addressed to me . . . and in my own hand-writing.
Weird. Weird. Weird.
Twilight Zone?
Happy New Year!
Can you believe it’s 2011? Already? What happened to 2010?
Well, to answer one of the aforementioned questions, no. I can’t believe it’s 2011.
I can’t believe I’m graduating this year.