Winter
Earlier in the winter. And here we are just a few days ago. I don't know about y'all, but I'm pretty sick of winter. I know, I know, not much sympathy for this transplanted American in Norway who coincidentally hates snow. I chose to move here to this winter wonderland after all. Our first snowfall was in November, but it melted for a bit, snowed again, melted, snowed again and again and again. At this point we have mountains of snow with no spring in sight. Only these mountains of snow are now caked in exhaust pollution. To top everything off it has also been a pretty horrible winter with lots of sickness to boot. So I'm fed up with winter. It has been a bit of a special winter as there is usually not nearly this much snow. Or so I'm told. I was remarkably okay with the beginning of winter and kept chanting to myself my new control-freak mantra, "If you can't change it, embrace it." I was out in the snow building snowmen, sledding, h...