Oh The Weather Outside is Frightful.

I woke up this morning to snow coming down. I was like "Seriously, Utah? Seriously?" I hate snow. I grew up my whole childhood in Minnesota, I should love the snow. Maybe it was all those mornings waiting for the school bus in the blizzards and 5 feet of snow that made me hate it. Maybe it was watching my grandma get stuck walking over to our house while holding one of my siblings when they were a baby (though that was pretty funny). Maybe its just the fact that I'm always cold, and snow=cold. I can't exactly pin down where my dislike of snow comes from, but I'm just hoping that eventually life leads us to somewhere warmer than Utah...

 During my very long (although in reality it is very short) walk to campus this morning in the freezing, I was reminiscing back to a much warmer, much less stressful, much more fun time. The honeymoon.

 

 I was thinking about when Matthew and me were in Cancun over the summer and trying to imagine what the warm sand felt like beneath my toes... the incredible animals and sights...

How nice it would be if we could just not think about organic chemistry, cadavers, orthopedic impairments, work, physics, the never-ending dishes that always seem to be in the sink...

Cancun. The most beautiful place I have ever been. One day we will go back and visit you again. 

School out here wouldn't be nearly as difficult if only Utah looked and felt a little bit more like Cancun. Except, if it did, I doubt I would spend much time inside the classroom. Plus, I'm pretty sure the university would be much more popular if that was the case.