All these years I've been romanticizing the snow. I've learned a lot about myself in this move. Mostly that I was right in thinking that rural Oklahoma absolutely sucks. A big city far away from here is more my scene.

But the snow. I get it now. What I love is a painting of the snow. Maybe one featuring a quaint cottage with warm lighting emanating from the windows. I want to live there, but only for the amount of time it takes to enjoy the ambiance and then return to real life.

I have cabin fever, except I don't live in a cabin. I have very small apartment with a sick baby fever. 

She's cute, though.