England Winter expectations: beautiful white snow all day, every day. Reality: rain all day, every day. Well, almost…
I had always thought that last year would be the year I finally got that white Christmas I always dreamt of. I mean, England is freeeezing and of course it snows, right? Well, I have news for you, not only did it not snow on Christmas day, but I actually ended up flying to Dubai on Christmas Eve to spend it with my parents. At first I was sad that I’d be missing out on waking up to little dainty snowflakes dwindling on my window sill and a fireplace where I’d open up my present from my beautiful parents under a makeshift tree, but when my friends told me it wasn’t a commonality, I jumped on the idea.
Let me set the stage. It was early January, I was on a University break for a month and I was just marking my half way point in my exchange. For those that know me will understand just how much I fell in love with the life in England, so this was quite a tough time for me. My friendships were become a lot stronger, I began to open up a lot more at work and I had a very lovely relationship that was blossoming. The week before the first day of snow, was extremely cold, I’m talking 4 layers, two pairs of socks and a beanie and scarf that basically suffocated my face and made me look like a frozen egg, but what’s important, was that I was warm…enough. So this night that snow first fell, I was working my very standard 5-12am shift in the restaurant at Tiger Tiger and from listening to all of the news reports earlier on, I had this small little hope that tonight would be the night that snow would finally fall. All of my work friends knew just how much I wanted to see snow and as soon as Caitlin ran into the Restaurant I knew that she’d be delivering only good news I literally dropped all I was doing, and ran outside to see SNOW! And yes, I did actually run through the restaurant and bar, I swear I am a great waitress…
Everything was in slow motion, everything felt simple. It was by far the happiest moment of my exchange. I stood there with my hands out, catching as many little snowflakes as I could, looking up into the gloomy sky and seeing nothing but these gorgeous white flakes drifting through the wind and gradually dropping closer and closer. When the excitement got too much Caitlin took photographs of me spinning around on the crowded footpath #sorrynotsorry. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, I had just hoped that I would get to see more when I finished later on.
Jenna (my lovely best friend that I worked with for a fraction and studied with for two semesters) and I finished at the same time and little did we know earlier that we would get to walk back to the car IN THE SNOW! I even got to make a snow angel. Happy happy days. We had planned a little day trip with another one of my closest friends, Rachel (who I also went to university with for two semesters) to Haworth, just further west. When we had planned it, we were expecting a nice lush day out in the countryside, doing plenty of long walks and having picnics in the meadows. Well, the snow continued overnight and I finally got that Christmas like feeling that Sunday morning and it was B-E-A-UTIFUL.
I will let the photographs do the rest of the talking, but I had the most incredible day and it was definitely a highlight in my year abroad. It’s moments like these that remind me of just how beautiful England is and the very memorable times and bonds I shared with some of my very favourite people.
All the love,