I'm dreaming of a white... Shobbos?

I recognize that it has been a while since I last posted, and the only excuse I can come up with is that I have been "too busy". While this most certainly is true, as I have been gallivanting across the country looking at and applying to graduate schools, I still would like to have had some sort of record of my thoughts during this hectic time. As of right now I have officially applied to one Rabbinical School and I am in the process of finishing up my second application. I am looking forward to this upcoming semester and dreading the unknown of the future. I would like to think that I am "ready" to face the challenges of adulthood at this point, and yet there is some part of me that is frightened. It is interesting to have such conflicting feelings struggling inside of me. I am just so grateful for my friends and family who have been there for me throughout my life. I am really grateful...

Also on a completely unrelated note, it is currently snowing in my neck of the woods and I think it is really funny how much people freak out when it snows in Philly. I went to the bakery today to pick up some stuff for the "impending storm", at the behest of my mother, and I waited in line for 20 minutes waiting for people to purchase the entirety of the storefront. One would think that these people are going to be snowed in for days based on the amount of food they were purchasing.

I just want to put it out there that I am I am not such a big fan of snow, as it means that there is much shoveling to be done. Cest-la-vie! However, I did have a pleasant experience with snow this past weekend when I staffed a shabbaton at what became of my High School. It snowed Saturday morning, and I was afraid that it would make my trip home that night unbearable. What I did not account for was the amount of fun I could have in the snow on Shabbat. I enjoyed watching the boys play football in the snow, and the grounds on the School's campus were nothing short of picturesque in the snow. I felt like I was in a winterwonderland. I wasn't worried about shoveling the snow away, I was merely present and enjoying the gentle crunch of it beneath my feet. It was nice to be rid of life's pleasures for a few precious moments and feel fully immersed in an experience. So for the moment... I am going to dream of a white shobbos...