Change of plans

4 days and 20something hours until my boy comes and our California road trip starts. This also means in 4 days and 20something hours my exchange semester at ASU is officially over. Strange.

Another two months-ish until my internship in Paris starts.

And all I want right now is a little snow, just like last year.

And last year I complained about the snow.

I have this picture in my head of the ultimate winter feeling. It was last year in one of the winter months, so November-March. I was at my friend's place and we were doing something, I can't remember. Probably studying. When I left it was already dark outside. I had my car parked in the next street, which is one of the most beautiful avenues in my town. It had trees on both sides of the road and is lined with the most beautiful old apartment houses. Everything was quiet, the kind of quiet that only happens when there is a lot of new snow and the only noise one could hear was the noise made by my boots in the fresh snow. The streetlights were on and snow was falling in thick, heavy snow flakes. You could see Christmas decorations and lights from the apartments around where I stood and everything was perfectly peaceful. I was so fascinated that I didn't even notice the cold and probably stood there a couple of minutes. I have seen snow every year of my life but this one picture from just last year, my 20th year of seeing snow in the winter, has burnt itself into my mind so deeply that I will forever associate it with what winter and snow really mean to me. I know that I will forever try to take a picture of what I've seen there. I will definitely try once I'm back home again.