Tacoma

is bathed in snow. I stayed in Seattle on Sunday, but at work on Monday, my mom came and picked me up from Tukwila. Some more snow, I thought, wouldn't be such a big deal - we de-iced the driveway, and the express buses always run, even if they're late. But we can't see the ground at all here. The trees have that mystical quality where they're frosted with white, making the green parts prettier. I feel like given we can't get to the mountain, the mountain came to me. Actually, we can't get anywhere - I got my mom to try to take me to the bus stop, but she lost traction and we slid down the steep driveway. Thankfully the emergency brake kicked in before we tumbled down the stairs into the backyard.

I wish I had stayed in Seattle, although one of my classes is cancelled, because there's a test review in Hebrew, the test is tomorrow, and I'm behind. But I've never known Tacoma to get more snow than the rest of the Sound, and I haven't seen my home like this since 1996. It's so beautiful, I love it so much! It should have come over break - Christmas, even - but late is better than never, I'd say.

Oh, I was also going to get my hair cut today. Oops. Guess it'll stay a disaster until whenever the cut is rescheduled to. Risa can breathe a sigh of relief.