Years ago I lived in CA for about a year when the company I was working for was bought by Netscape. There are many, many memories from that time, but this snow brings one to the forefront. Most of the people I worked with were CA natives, so I was a bit of a novelty in the inside sales department. Much pointing and whispering about the strange girl from the East Coast who preferred a donut and coffee in the morning rather than a wheat grass smoothie. Some things never change… I kid, I kid. Sort of. I loved the people I worked with and met in CA, but it was obvious I was an East Coast girl.
They always wondered how I could ever live in a part of the country that got blizzards. Seriously? This is the state that can be rocked by an unexpected earthquake at any minute or have their house dumped into the Pacific Ocean by a mudslide. They are freaking out about how we handle snow here in the East? Once I got done laughing, I would explain that we usually had at the very least one day’s notice about the snow. This gave us ample time to stock up on TP, food, beer and movies. I went on to explain that we would then hunker down and enjoy our time with friends and neighbors. They still did not get it. The idea of being hit by a snowstorm was much worse to them than a earthquake destroying their home when they least expect it.
The entire time I lived in CA, I was terrified of being in an earthquake. Thankfully I never felt one. I guess it’s just a difference in perspective. Do you have any good snow stories? I would love to hear them.
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