Feeling like a kid again.

So it snowed in London. (Insert girly squee here.)

Living and growing up in Australia, snow is like a mysterious beautiful thing that just doesn't happen.  I've seen it in movies and tv shows, and never imagined that I would live in a place where snow at your house is possible.

When I was 19, my Dad took pity on me, and took me to Queenstown, New Zealand.  Getting off the plane and it being -5 degrees was a shock to the system, but one that I welcomed.  Also the fact that they filmed Lord of the Rings there helps ( not ashamed to say that one day I pointed at a rock and claimed that Legolas had stood on that rock, much to the disgrace of my Father.  Turns out that rock was in the movie and he did in fact stand on that rock so BOO YEAH!  Take that Father, I'm cool!)

I always figured that if the temperature was below zero, it was automatically going to snow.  I now know that is not the case at all.

So on my trip to New Zealand, we drove up a mountain to go skiing.  Something that I was willing to try, but not really wanting to do.  Seeing snow for the first time was beyond anything that I could of imagined.  So with my skis on and lots of warning to avoid the yellow snow, I practised on the baby slopes before I got given any lessons.  Lets just say that I'm not the best skier, and an instructor yelling at me to "make a pizza" with my skies, only wanted me to shove those skies where the sun wasn't shining.

So with a firm belief that I am never going to ski again, I assumed that all my snow adventures were over... and I didn't even get to make a snowman.

So when I first moved to London, I had high hopes of snow.  There had been snow the previous winter so I waited with excitement.  As the days were getting warmer, I accepted that it just wasn't going to happen.  (Even though people were telling me that it could still happen.)

So this year I had hopes once more.  More and more people were sending me pictures of snow up North and I have to admit, I was getting more and more annoyed at every beautiful picture.  

Charlotte told me that she would take me somewhere to see snow, but that wasn't the point.  I've seen snow before.  I just wanted to look outside my window and see it.  To look at my garden and see it covered in white.  To sit in my room, lovely and warm, and watch the snow fall from my window.

I became a little obsessed.  I always had a snow website open, telling me if it was going to snow in London, every morning the first thing I would do is look out my window in the hopes of seeing it covered in white.

But all my waiting paid off.

I was looking at the website, and with a 90% chance of snow for the next day, I went to bed like a little girl on Christmas Eve.  

I was woken up by my neighbours children playing.  As I looked outside, I saw what I was waiting 15 months to see.

It was beautiful.  

I received a knock on my door not much longer afterwards from Charlotte to tell me that it had snowed and I'm not ashamed to say I was jumping up and down like a little girl at Christmas.  As I was looking out the front windows, it started to snow again and it was perfect.  It was still so early, so I went back to my room, and sat by my window, lovely and warm and watched the snow fall.

I did end up going back to sleep, and when I woke up, it was if it had been a dream.  Until I looked out my window that is.  The snow was already starting to melt so I quickly put on warm clothes and made a tiny little snowman (my first ever).  

The snow is all gone now.  I only had it for a few hours, but those few hours where amazing and i'll never forget it, or that feeling of waking up and seeing everything covered in snow.

So I just want to say this, if you live in a country where snow is a regular thing, don't take it for granted.  I know its cold and slippery and causes delays everywhere, but just stop and think, that snow that you are cursing, could be someones dream come true.

Aussie Out

xo