I’ve made it clear on more than one occasion how much I dislike snow, but when good old friends show up for a visit in this weather, even I can’t stay moody. Della, my Taiwanese friend whom I’ve known since freshman year of college came down from New Jersey for a farewell visit, and we decided to have a little fun with the snow, even though it was already beginning to melt.
I’m now at 15 days before I leave the US permanently. It’s so surreal to think that one day, I’m living here and in a couple of weeks, I’ll be elsewhere, never to return (at least not in the foreseeable future.) I still have a number of essential things I need to get done, namely papers for the cat that can’t be processed till I’m down to my last 10 days here. The procedure with bringing him over has been so nerve wracking that I’ll be saving that for a post after I’m back in Kuala Lumpur.
But none of that has anything to do with winter at Penn State, my alma mater in State College, Pennsylvania. I visited last weekend with my friend Liz, mainly because we live so far from each other and Penn State often becomes our mid point meeting. Continue reading
Every warm climate-originating expat that I’ve ever known recounts their first snow experience with much excitement (usually involves dashing outside to make snowmen or snow angels.) Everyone, except yours truly. I was in bed, sick as a dog in my freshman dorm room. Looking out the window to see the landscape washed in an icy white only made my teeth chatter all the more as I pulled blankets over my head. Fast forward to post-college days, I’d loathe the mornings after a night of heavy snowfall, shoveling knee or waist high snow out of the way and chipping layers of ice off my car windscreen.