Living in Nashville, where the music flows and the winters... well, not so much. So, picture this: a snowstorm hits, and suddenly, I'm living in a post-apocalyptic movie. The world outside is covered in snow, school is canceled, and my driveway has decided it's the perfect time to pull a disappearing act. Trapped, but at least the power's still on – hallelujah for small miracles and charged devices!
Now, I may have grown up in New York, where snow was just a winter accessory, but Nashville? It's like watching a city collectively forget how to deal with frozen water falling from the sky. Where are the snow suits, sleds, and snow football games? Apparently not in our closets.
Trying to find food becomes an expedition, and my patience is hanging by a thread thinner than an icicle. The kids, bless their hearts, are ecstatic about playing in the snow until they realize we're not equipped for this Arctic adventure. Wet and cold sets in faster than you can say "frostbite."
In my day, we embraced the snow – built snowmen, sipped hot chocolate, and played until our mittens were icicles. Here, it's a different story. The joy of snow play is short-lived, and our indoor haven beckons with the promise of warmth and charged devices.
So, as we navigate this icy predicament, I can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
Nashville, it's time to up your winter game. Let's invest in some snow gear, create a snowman-building committee, and maybe even schedule a city-wide snowball fight. Until then, I'll be here, sipping hot cocoa, charging devices, and waiting for the day this snowmageddon turns into a distant memory. Stay frosty, Nashville!
If you enjoy reading my blog, buy me a cup of coffee, seriously it's cold and I need it.
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