But I also have to accept that I choose to live here and snow comes with being a North Eastern resident. The hassle of shoveling a few times a year is far less than the hassle of uprooting ourselves to start over again in warm climates, so it’s a choice I willingly make with consequences I accept.
With this in mind, I found myself grateful I could retreat from the cold snow outside into a dry, warm home. I thought about how beautiful the snow is when you aren’t stuck shoveling it or driving in it. I have stepped outside a few times this morning (properly covered, of course) to bask in the winter wonderland and remind myself that I can retreat from it any time back into the warmth and safety of Chez Breen. I allow myself to linger a bit and soak in the cold and chill and the white surroundings to help me better appreciate my luxury when I slip back inside to my coffee and fire and blankets.
I will be out in the snow tomorrow, driving to work and rejoining the rate race, but for now, I will sit here in my quiet, warm, comfortable solitude and enjoy the moment and be grateful for it.