The Blizzard That Did Not Vanquish Me

Hello! If you are reading this, I presume that means either a) you survived the snow apocalypse of 2013, or b) you are from some distant, possibly tropical corner of the world. If the former is true, then congratulations! You and I can officially join the ranks of the survivors who weathered through this storm. If the latter is true, then I envy you deeply...and wonder what the heck you're doing reading some random teenage girl's blog...
  But anyway. The blizzard Charlotte. The storm that wreaked havoc everywhere around me, giving me yet another reason why I intend on moving as far South as possible after college. Even now, as I look out the window, I am bewildered and blinded by the snowdrifts piled precariously on either side of our driveway...most of them are taller than me (which isn't really saying much, but still). I have never, in my seventeen years of existence, seen so much snow fall at once. I am overwhelmed and in awe at the same time: overwhelmed by the massive amounts of snow that won't melt for who knows how long, and in awe of the strange and powerful God who put it all here. Does that ever happen to you? You see some huge and scary act of nature, and all you can think or say is "Wow."? 
  That is exactly how I feel right now. I feel wowed. Okay, so this freak snowstorm blows in and dumps almost three feet of snow on me, knocking out our power for 24 hours and ruining my weekend plans. And I had to shovel (ugh) and spend an evening in the dark with my family, most of whom were going through internet withdrawal. And my dad got upset because nobody wanted to cook a 4-course dinner over the fireplace, like he did when he was a mountain man growing up in Vermont. But you know what? It was enchanting to watch the world outside my bedroom window undergo such fierce change over the course of the last 2 days. And I got to spend some quality time with my family, playing board games by candlelight and reminiscing about our long gone childhood days. And I felt strangely safe, huddled under blankets in the living room and listening to the wind howl around the corners of the house. 
  This morning I was outside shoveling (again). The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. And if you closed your eyes and really tried to focus, it almost felt like spring. Then my neighbors snapped and plowed our street out enough for the power trucks to get through and restore our electricity, and we all lived happily ever after.
  I wanted to conclude this post with pictures of what I miss most right now. I hope all of you are safe and warm and out of the way of the weather, and that y'all have a great week.
WHAT I MISS MOST: grass

 

 I mean just look at it. Isn't it beautiful?

this is where I want to be.
--Laura :)