I love having 3 day weekends. With my job, private lessons and baby-sitting, not to mention this awful rainy weather, I am exhausted. Only 2 more weeks until vacation!
And once again, as soon as I complain about not having snow here, my parents get a ton of snow and make me even more jealous. My mom’s school even had a snow day on Monday. ::sigh::
It’s weird how I think of snow as a symbol of what I miss about home. Of course I miss the pretty snow (but not so much driving in it), but it also reminds me of Thanksgiving and Christmas and all the aspects of American culture that come with these holidays. More specifically, it’s the food that I miss most because I cannot get it here and I do not particularly like French food that is normally eaten at Christmas. Every year I’ve been making pumpkin pies for David and me, even though I never ate it in the US!
Though I suppose if we did get a lot of snow here like they do in Michigan, it would be more of a nuisance anyway. We don’t have a big backyard to play in and driving would be a nightmare since no one is used to it. And there are few outdoor Christmas lights to glimmer off the white snow and somehow make me feel all warm and happy.