By Chelsea Einerwold
I don’t really remember much about my drive home to central Minnesota last Tuesday evening. My brain was maxed out and I think I might have been experiencing culture re-entry shock to life outside of Jim Dan Hill Library and the Rothwell Student Center, where I had spent a majority of my time the last three weeks of the semester.
Since arriving home I have had plenty of down time. Especially because of the massive three day blizzard. The trip to my grandparent’s house for Christmas was delayed and so my parents, my dog and I spent Christmas and the day after cooped up in the house, with the exception of shoveling and blowing snow. Heavy, sticky snow. Which wasn’t so nice to shovel, but very nice to make a snowman!
On the morning of the 23rd, before the snow had actually started and we were still waiting to see how much we were going to get hit with, a family friend made an insightful statement: “Sometimes it’s nice to know that there still is something that we can’t control.”
When it became evident that we weren’t going to Granny’s after all, we were frustrated. We have spent every Christmas that I can remember with extended family. But that frustration melted away when we realized that thanks to Mother Nature, we wouldn’t have to worry about packing and loading the car and driving for three and a half hours. Instead, we could relax. We had no other choice. It was good down time; just what my over crammed brain needed. Family, movies, TV, sofa, sweets and playing in the snow.
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