I’ve run smack into winter here in the Twin Cities. And I am not happy about it. Minneapolis, you had almost lured me into liking you. Nice parks, good restaurants, a fantastic art and music scene and decent public transit – it has been a lovely summer and fall. Why did it have to end? I mean, really, it’s not even Thanksgiving yet and there has been snow, ice and temperatures in the teens. I am asking myself, why would anyone, and more importantly, I, live in such a place? Snow emergency routes, long johns, double coats … it all seems like such a hassle. Why am I living here again?
I mean it. This is not a rhetorical question that I will consider and come to some well-reasoned conclusion. Winter sucks in the Midwest and nothing can convince me otherwise. I had no notion or inclination of what exactly I was getting myself into when I decided to move here last March. I have been denying the existence of the Minnesotan winter and now its punched me in the nose and I am not ready to forgive. Especially since it will continue to kick me while I’m down for the next four months. La-ame.
After six years in North Carolina, I am woefully under-prepared for winter here. Before last Sunday, I didn’t even have an ice scraper for my car. I still don’t have the proper coat or gloves. I walked to the coffeeshop and thought my face was going to shatter. I have slipped on the ice and nearly fallen about 87 times. On campus there is a sad little sign on the sidewalk that declares it “closed for winter.”
What’s a girl to do? Luckily, people are taking pity on me and I greatly appreciate it. I was presented with a pair of SmartWool socks from a fellow post-doc. My adviser sent me home with a microwave heating pack. I am getting bombarded with advice and suggestions everyday. However, I think they only way that I am going survive the upcoming season is by escaping it. I am starting by heading to Atlanta for Thanksgiving, a plan that I am extremely thankful for.