I grew up in Minnesota, yet some people are surprised to learn that of all the seasons, winter is my least favorite. In fact, I mostly hate it. Never in a million years did I think I would be living here again. Alas, here we are, on our last stepping stone before becoming permanent expats. To begin the new year on a fresh start, and hopefully the next new phase in my life (and our lives), I have resolved to think more positively about life in general. In that sense, I can hold onto our last days here with a sentimental grasp - savoring every experience here as our last.
The recent polar vortex we had here in the US was just another walk in the park for those of us in the tundra. For the past couple of months, we've been barraged with day after day of snow, snow, snow. Cabin fever sets in fast and hard, when you realize that leaving the house is not worth it with two feet of snow outside and temps of -40F. So I've taken to romanticizing the dreary landscape - imagining it instead as fairy tale winter wonderland, a world of Russian princes and wicked ice queens.