Here is a post all about what it's like to be a Minnesotan,
who's not in Minnesota anymore.
Nobody here knows anything about anything.
I get made fun of for saying baaaag.
I miss things that I never thought I would miss,
sitting on the radiator in the mornings because it's too cold to move
progression of seasons, not just a never-ending 60° fall
There are no squirrels here.
There are rats.
My teacher didn't understand what I meant what I meant when I said that in the winter in Minnesota it gets too cold to snow.
She didn't get that.
They don't call soda 'pop' on the east coast.
And they don't know what hot-dish is.
I want to go back.
The day Minnesota received more than 10 inches of snow,
I was sitting outside in 56 degree weather.
The average low for January here is 20 degrees.
What a joke.
In the winter, the first thing I did when I woke up was look out my window to see if it had snowed during the night, or to see if Jack Frost had paid a visit.
I never thought I'd miss how my boogers froze,
how my family and I could throw a boiling pot of water out the door on a super cold day and the water would evaporate before it hit the ground,
and how we would hang our wet mittens on the radiator to dry every night.
You ask anyone here about snow emergency days and odd and even sides of the street, and they have no idea what you're talking about. Snow emergencies just don't exist here. Heck, I doubt snow even does.
Without snow, Katie wouldn't have a job!
Minnesota, I miss you.
You really are the best.