i've been back in chicago to for two weeks, but the weather conditions have been causing me to wonder if i hadn't fallen through a wormhole to a universe where the state of illinois had relocated itself 700 miles south of its actual location. it's been in the 40s and 50s since i got back, not that different from the northern california winter i returned from.
well, it definitely looks like "real winter" today. i woke up to heaps of snow falling out of the sky, upsetting pedestrians and blanketing cars, trees, and just about everything else in sight. in seven hours we've had upwards of four inches of snow, and it's still going strong out there.
unfortunately instead of spending the morning giddily dancing around in the snowflake melee (which is what i did last year) i had to be a real person and stomp off to the library. i'm not sure how it's possible, but everyone else walking around me seemed to be unaffected by the weather, whereas i arrived at school with my coat, hair, and scarf encrusted with a thick layer of ice. cara says that she too looked like a snowman in a class full of dry, composed students. maybe snow has a honing system that helps it preferentially attack non-natives? so much for being better at winter the second time around.
i'm off to warm up with a huge pot of posole.