I live in NYC.

It’s snowing.

It’s not even snowing hard. It’s honestly just flurries and I can see white stuff on the grass.

I didn’t know it was going to snow, so I was shocked to see the flurries outside of my kitchen window.

Then, I went to the front window, which is bigger, to see what exactly was going on outside. That’s when I saw the snow sticking to the grass.

While looking at it, I was reminded how much I don’t like the snow or anything winter-related. Next thing I know, more thoughts are running through my head on how annoyed I was that it was actually snowing and that’s when I almost started crying.

Sidenote

The truth is I don’t like crying and try to avoid it as much as possible.

Of course me avoiding it means that I end up having moments where I cry uncontrollably and unexpectedly because I’ve been holding it in for too long. I’m ok when I cry alone, but really don’t like crying in front of people…but it still happens anyway.

Back to snow

Anywho, I didn’t allow myself to cry when I saw snow but the feeling was strong. I knew I didn’t like snow and also knew I didn’t like the cold, but today showed to me how strongly I feel about it.

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