Snow, For Wimps

(This post has taken me forever to write, due to illnesses, computer problems, and downright laziness.  So it’s a bit dated.  Maybe a bit discombobulated, too. Which, of course, most of you may not have noticed if I hadn’t just told you.  DANG it…)

We are from Southern California.  The warm, beachy part.  Sure, I did my stint in high school in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, but that was eons ago, and there never really was any snow to speak of.  So imagine my excitement when…

It SNOWED last week!  TWICE! How cool is that?  Actually, if you go back 2 weeks to include our trip to Seoul, you could count three Korean snowfalls for us.

Now, if you are not from So Cal, then you wouldn’t know that people from our region fall under 2 possible categories:

1) Grew up in it, hightailed it out of , and never EVER want to see the white stuff again, or

2) Grew up in 70⁰F weather year-round and suffer from idyllic daydreams about what it’s like to watch a snowflake drifting to the ground, or your child making a snow angel in a fresh snowfall. 

I fall in the second category.  I mean, I was in Ski Club in college, but that had about as much snow as… well, as much snow as the Central California Coast, to be precise.

So we are enjoying the snow over here.  Bring on the snow angels, the frozen fingers and the hot chocolate.

Lest you think me foolish, you should know that Daegu is relatively dry in the winter, so we probably won’t get that much snow.  Which means I can appreciate it for the short time that it hangs around without building up bitter resentments towards it.  Not that I would do that anyway.  I’m not that type of girl.  Really, I’m not.

And before you begin building resentments, something along the lines of, “Micaela is always so cheerful and happy.  Well, isn’t she the lucky one?  Living abroad in the moderate snowfall… Who does she think she is, anyway?”…

I’ve got news for you. 

It takes monumental effort for me to leave the house in the winter.  This usually includes the combined forces of children bouncing off the walls, coupled with a driving need for something that I can not conjure up in my own home.  Anything less than those 2 factors will usually not cut it.

You might guess it’s because it is cold here.  And it is truly cold.  I mean, the average January high temperature is 33⁰F.     

That’s during the day, people.  When the sun is out.  When I’m expected to do things… like, walk from my front door to my car.  And then back again.  Oy.

But, no that’s not the reason for my wimpiness, at least not directly.  I can handle a bit of a chill if need be.

Add to the cold temps a fairly consistently strong wind, and you have a wind chill factor of… well, I have no idea.  (How DO they calculate that anyway?) I believe the official meteorological term for our climate is, “pretty stinkin’ cold.”

But even that’s not actual reason I need some very strong impetus to head outdoors. 

THIS is the reason: 

(That’s right, I did it.  I broke the silence about the chaos that is euphemistically called “winter clothes.”)

So, without complaining too much (more), let me sum up cold weather for us so far.

Snow: infrequent, but enjoyable and beautiful.
Wind: daily, and bitterly cold.
Dressing 4 kids for cold weather: either a skill I will completely master by the end of this winter, or a motive for mur… er, a motive to move back to California.  Yeah, that’s it!

Seoul, our First Korean Snow:

Our First Snow at Home:

As an aside, we have all been pretty sick over here. Fevers, colds, digestive issues. You name it, we had it the past couple of weeks. Part of me suspects we are allergic to the reaction caused by Mimi and Papa leaving, and by Kevin going back to work.

The other part of me doesn’t have the energy to care. I just want everyone healthy again. So, please say a prayer for us, if you would.