Yes, I remember that one because it was my first year in Seattle, after a perfect summer...I walked home from the city to the east Hill because there was no other way to get home and discovered feet-high drifts up on the Hill and it took me hours, and I literally almost froze. When I got home I was turning blue and I remember the owner of the group house I lived in, who didn't even like me, bundling me up in the middle of the kitchen and feeding me teaspoons of rum, and everyone else hovering anxiously. My memories of that are a little fuzzy, understandably. But then all the housemates stayed in the house and played games for the week or more that the city was shut down and we bonded and became the closest of friends, which changed all of our lives. I owe a lot of my experience of living in Seattle as it was shaped by relationships to that snowfall.
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Date: Sun, Dec. 21st, 2008 08:23 pm (UTC)