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Intersections: Lifelong dream of cold, snow comes true

January 23, 2013|By Liana Aghajanian

The day I was born, a snow storm was brewing in Tehran, or at least that's what my mother tells me. I am starting to suspect that my introduction into the world on such a turbulent day has played a part in a lifelong obsession I've had with extremely cold weather.

Or, it could be my 365-days-a-year, sun-filled Southern California upbringing that has made me envious of those who have had the pleasure of having actual justified use for wearing thick coats and gloves, of waking up in the morning to a city completely covered in snow or turning on a fireplace because they're actually cold and not just for, you know, an 'experience.'

Going to Big Bear Lake and hooking up snow tires to my car was truly a moment of euphoria for me. Meanwhile, friends who had spent winters trying to thaw ice crystals off their eyelashes could not comprehend my obsession.

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I'm sure someone who is originally from say, Michigan, might be reading this, rolling their eyes and thinking, “You mean pain, not pleasure, right?” However, as someone who has been snow and cold-deprived my entire life, I can't comprehend the impracticality of snow. My understanding of it and feelings for it are the equivalent of someone whose only idea of Los Angeles encapsulates beaches, palm trees and the Hollywood sign.

Despite the fact that London's average winter weather had made me cling onto heaters whenever I could find one, wear two layers of pants and enough sweaters to look like Ralphie from A Christmas Story, getting news that the whole of the UK was going to be blanketed by snow felt for a week or two like experiencing that tingly-Christmas feeling all over again.

As I diligently prepared for the first snow adventure of my lifetime, I checked weather reports back home to find that Glendale was just how I had left it – nothing a light jacket couldn't handle.

Meanwhile, I woke up one morning to a magnificent site – the roofs, sidewalks, car and everything in between covered in glistening white stuff.

When I bundled up and made my way outside, the emotional weight I had piled on over the years for this very moment was slightly overwhelming, but so was the unexpected physical adjustments to actually experiencing it.

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