Snow, Feelings, and Tea.

So today was another snowy day in Moscow, ID.  The storm had finally passed last night, letting the sun creep through the sky for bit during the day.  Now, instead of snow falling from the sky, we have snow falling from the remaining tree limbs that were strong enough to stay attached to their trunks and from the sloped rooftops of the college buildings.  It looks a lot like Narnia, really.  Makes me want to reread that first story with a cup of hot tea.

All of the cars are covered in a foot of snow; several of them are having a hard time removing themselves from their parked position, from what I can hear through my window facing the street.  So much snow.  And so hard to walk on!  I've never in my life experienced this much snow and ice before, let alone had to walk across long distances of slippery ice.  Although I have slipped many a time since the snow began falling on this small town, I have yet to actually fall, which I am quite proud of. 

I finally finished The Fault in Our Stars, a brilliant book by John Green, and it has put me in the mood to cry and be sad, but not in an everything-in-this-world-sucks-and-no-one-knows-the-pain-and-sorrow-I'm-going-through sadness, but more of an I-appreciate-my-life-so-much-more-and-if-I-cry-I'll-feel-better-and-rejuvenated kind of sadness.  Of course, since it's so hard for me to produce tears, I'll just have to resort to making a hot cup of tea, eat chocolate, and re-watch the latest BBC Sherlock episode, The Reichenbach Fall, which will of course make me want to cry even more, but at least I'll feel a little better.

I ordered volume one of the Sherlock Holmes stories yesterday so hopefully in a few days time I'll be able to continue fueling my newest obsession.

My good friend, Catherine, is looking to buy a house here in Moscow by the campus and hopefully it will turn into a real thing.  My roommate and I would be living with her in the house as well.  Last week or so ago Catherine and I, along with two of our friends, went to see the house; it's a bright pale pink with dark purple trim.  I've taken the liberty to dubbing it The Minnie Mouse House.  I've already so many ideas as to what to do with the place.  It was built in 1924 and what I can tell from the interior photos, everything just looks perfect.  I really love living in the dorms and the people here are pretty amazing and all, but it would be nice to live in a "home" rather than a "place" if that makes any sense.