This weekend we New Englanders were greeted with
a visitor named Nemo.
The exact snowfall amounts varied town by town, but safe to say it was about two feet of snow in 24 hours. We lucked out that the snow was light and fluffy so the trees and power lines didn’t get knocked out, but that is a LOT of snow all at one time. My family hunkered down with a nice fire in the fireplace and put on our comfy clothes and blankets and watched the snow accumulate.
As the snow fell, the Facebook posts grew plentiful with people talking about snow blowing, shoveling, plowing and all the “joys” of snowfall. It was with a brief moment of remorse that I chuckled and thought to myself, “Sucks to be you.”.
I was able to smirk it off because I live in a condominium. The snowfall, not my problem. The plows showed up first and ensured we could get out of Stoney Hill, even as others were complaining that they
were trapped on their street. The shoveling teams to do the sidewalks came later, but once again…it wasn’t me that did that. The little bit of shoveling that we needed to do (in front of the garage, the balcony deck) was done by my lovely boyfriend, sparing me even from that.
When I moved here five years ago, I was unsure if condo living would be my cup of tea. Today I am sure I made the exact right decision.