Wow! What a week this is!
Yesterday, my husband, Tom, received an offer to work for a company in Anchorage, Alaska. Alaska is a place we've been talking about going to for years. Hmmm..... should we go?
Living in the South, we are used to hot, humid days and mild winters. Snow is something we read about and see in movies, but our personal experience with snow is very limited.
When it snows here in SC, everything shuts down. School is out. Banks are closed. The world stops for a holiday filled with anticipation and excitement. Even the mention of the possibility of snow sends people to the grocery stores who quickly run out of milk and bread - a phenomenon I've never quite understood myself.
If we are lucky enough to actually have snowflakes fall from the sky, I stand in awe at the window. I know it won't last long. If it doesn't melt immediately after hitting the warm earth, it may last for a few hours. But lasting overnight? Extremely rare. Whatever snow may be left in the morning, is usually now just ice and mud. Not very pretty to look at.
So when I think of moving to Alaska, the first thing I think of is SNOW. I wonder if I'll ever get used to it there? Will I get sick of it? Will it be as normal as late evening summer thunderstorms here?
Alaska... just the thought makes my skin prickle with excitement.