Infact it’s snowed every other day since I got back.
It’s the most snow Toronto’s received since the 1930’s.
I remember when I first came to Toronto thinking how wonderful winter was going to be: snow, pretty wet flaky snow, and holidays, warm, cocoa drinking, lie in the bed watching movies holidays.
The ‘Canadian Determination’ factor came as a huge surprise.
They didn’t mention it on the “Come Live in Canada” DVD.
I soon found out that Canadians are born with an innate determination to never let winter ruin their mechanical existence. They will do anything to get to work/school at all costs. Snow days are an urban myth. Canadians will happily trek through mountains of snow; patiently wait in bus stops while the wind slowly beats at their resolve, waiting for TTC busses that never come, and even insist on making the 8 am morning meetings.
I mean, jeez, there’s a blizzard outside, and not one person has told me to go home.
All the snow is weeding away any ‘Canadian determination’ I’ve built up over the years.
Give me a blanket, a hot water bottle, a bed and movies, or a plane ticket back home.