Growing up in New Jersey, I never fully understood what snow was. When I came here everyone that I met from around here and further north kept saying be ready for the snow, be ready for the snow, but it never came and seeing as how I love snow, I found myself to be quite disappointed when my hopes were raised for nothing. The day after I got home from Elmira on winter break, we got a snow with 16 inches of snow. In New Jersey we're lucky if we get 16 inches a year, compared to 16 inches in one storm.
Over winter break I went up to my girlfriend's house which is further upstate than Elmira is. The entire way up it snowed. The high ways were covered, and in my opinion it was one doozy of a storm. She and her mom constantly said that this is nothing, it's not a real storm unless the snow is blinding and you cannot see the car thirty feet in front of you. While I was up there I did not experience the excitement of this blinding snow, although I really wanted to. Everyday however, when I woke up and it was still snowing, my girlfriend asked me "You still like the snow?" and everyday I was still sure that I love the snow. It is fun waking up and seeing the progress of a night time storm, and seeing the snow build up in the fur tree outside of my window.
