My cousin decided to get married last weekend . . . in the middle of winter . . . in Michigan. I looked out the window of the airplane as we made our decent into Grand Rapids and saw a landscape completely covered in a thick layer of white. It was almost shocking to realise that I had not even seen snow in two and a half years. I tried to have an open mind about it, maybe it wasn't as bad as I remembered but when the doors slid open and we stepped out of the heated safety of the airport into that bone chilling cold it was clear that I remembered it all to well.
I miss my family and love them more than anything in this world but thanks to this little reminder I can say with more confidence than ever that I am a west coast kinda girl.
At my request my family walked to the end of the pier with me to get some cool snow and ice photos. More to come.
