Bring It On

Because most conversations on the subway, in the elevator, or in the offie are started by mentioning the weather, all I've heard about for the past few days is the impending "Nor'easter" that is set to hit New York. People are buzzing about the potential of real, actual snow hitting the city.

What they fail to realize is that they are speaking to someone who goes unfazed by 8-12" of snow. I am the baby who was born on a firetruck* when the ambulance was unable to get to our home in Minneapolis. I am a girl who trick-or-treated in drifts up to my 10-year-old waist. I am a girl who used to drive to high school with my fingers frozen to the steering wheel because the car couldn't even think about heating up until I had actually pulled into the school parking lot.

Right now Channel 7 is on something called Storm Watch, interviewing people on how they feel about the potential snowstorm. I'm a winter baby. A winter child. I love to see my breath in the air and feel the freezing wind whipping against my face, if only because it gives me something to complain about, or something that proves my innate toughness. Plenty of people have been through winter, but winter as a Minnesotan knows it has no comparison, except for people who live in Wisconsin, Iowa, the Dakotas, and posibly Michigan. After a winter where I more than once went outside wearing only a sweater, I feel ready for some weather drama. Bring on the snowflakes. Let winter ring.