I woke up today to the first big snow of the year. It wasn’t even the fun, pretty kind that gets you excited for the holidays, but the slick and slushy snow that makes the cold feel like it’s seeping into your bones. Fail. Despite our mutual desire to snuggle indoors and binge-watch Jessica Jones on Netflix, Eric and I were forced to venture out and get some errands done (adulthood is overrated).
We trekked into the city, where I quickly discovered holes in both soles of my boots, so those will have to be replaced. By the time we got back home a few hours later, my feet were numb and the snow had gone from slushy, to full on winter wonderland. Continue reading