I don't know why.

I think Winter Is Over.


The weird part is this: just as I was a little disappointed with the ease at which the first year of law school passed, I am equally disappointed by the winter being so... easy.

People said, before I moved, "oh you wait, when winter rolls around, you'll wish you hadn't moved." But here it is, March 15, 2010... the winter has come. The winter has gone. I spilled water in a bucket on myself once while feeding the horses. It wasn't the end of the world. I drove into a ditch once... during a snow storm. but all in all-- this is no where near as bad as biking in the rain in December in California.

It's kind of a bitter sweet ending. When something that is to be endured ends so much easier than things that were never meant to be endured. Things that weren't in the plan.

It was in the plan for the winter to be miserable.

But it wasn't in the plan for other things that shouldn't have been miserable to overshadow the cold.

I don't think you get what I'm saying--- but I don't like that the winter is over.