fairfax, virginia was home for five years. i've never lived anywhere that long. yes, two of them involved college and periodic visits back and forth, but... i don't know.
so much happened to me there. so many people influenced me so significantly. i may not have grown up there as the majority of my comrades had, but it was still just as special to me.
woodson high was my first public school (which might not seem like much but it sure was something to an army brat). i learned to drive. had my first beer. fell in love. got my first job. made so many real, honest, lifelong friends it made me cry. i'd never had that kind of support before. only Tina, my best friend, fully understands exactly how much that means.
i think of it now because here in villanova, pennsylvania - the small suburb of philly - it's snowing.
like i said, i've kind of already lived in PA for two years. of course it snows. it blizzards. it freezes! the cold, fluffy precipitation is not what gets me. i looked outside the front window this afternoon and could not see the street. or the yard or the driveway. that's still not what strikes me.
i can't tell how much snow there is.
that must sound so odd. the obvious answer is that it snowed a lot. tons. i get that. i really do. but... how much? how high does the snow reach?
in fairfax, i used to look out the back door of the garage and i could tell exactly how much. almost to the centimeter. i knew how high the fence was, and the trees and the ramp to the shed. every time i guesstimated how many inches had fallen, i was always pretty accurate.
here, i can never remember how high our fence is. or the mailbox. or the bushes. i can't tell how much snow there is without checking weather.com.
this, for one reason or another, bothers me.
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