For the last 5 years or so, there's been one constant on my New Years Resolution's lists, and finally, fiiiiiinally, I can tick it off.
On the weekend, I saw snow for the first time. Ever.
Snow has always been a far-away concept for me, something inaccessible and exotic; magical even. And despite my many years in Sydney, it never really occurred to me that the Snowy Mountains were only a few hours away.
On the weekend, I saw snow for the first time. Ever.
Snow has always been a far-away concept for me, something inaccessible and exotic; magical even. And despite my many years in Sydney, it never really occurred to me that the Snowy Mountains were only a few hours away.
That is, until a sneaky Mr. Unreliable bundled me into the car first thing on Saturday morning and drove us all the way there. As soon as the snow-tipped mountains appeared on the horizon, I was squealing and bouncing around like a hyped up kid on Christmas morning.
Needless to say, by the time I actually made it onto the snow I was grinning from ear to ear so hard, my face hurt (though the 0°C temperature might also have had something to do with that!)
As I slipped around on the newbie slopes in my completely inappropriate attire, I couldn't have been happier. Sure, my tights-under-jeans combination was only just warm enough to excuse my complete discomfort, and my beloved leather shoes were soaked through in minutes, but it was worth the soggy socks a thousand times over.
So it's now official. I've seen snow and I absolutely loved it. It was just as magical as I expected...perhaps even a little moreso.
xx Kit
xx Kit
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