When I came back to Michigan, there were many things I wasn’t prepared for.
Winter in November was one of them.
Although I spent the past five years on the East Coast, Northern Michigan is a whole new ballgame. Despite living in town, the heavy snow and the ice makes is nearly impossible to even walk down the street- this morning, I fell twice in my own neighborhood.
As I waited for the bus to get to work, a man called out to me, “you know, the bus isn’t coming up the hill today!” I looked over at him, as snow fell off the fur on the hood of my new Michael Kors coat and into my eyes. “Oh?” I replied, “Where does it pick up?”
“At the bottom of the hill!”
I stared at him as I wiped the snow from my face. Well, I suppose I can make it to the bottom of the hill.
Begrudgingly, I turned around and started walking. My clothes were already getting wet from the heavy snow, but that didn’t stop me. I’d walk all the way to work if I had to! A mile and a half is nothing when you’re used to walking over 10 miles each day in the city.
As I continued to walk, my feet slipped on the snow-packed pavement. Catching my fall, my leg started to cramp. I kept going. Then, as I hit another icy patch, my coffee mug flew out of my hand, my phone detached from my headphones, and I fell flat on my back. I paused for a moment.
I can’t do this shit.
All sorts of things began running through my mind at this moment. Should I keep going? Should I dry my phone off and see if there is an Uber nearby? Or do I just go home, call my boss, and tell her what happened?
I decided to go with option #3.
I may be a winter baby who loves bundling up, wearing cute boots, gloves, and hats, but when my nearly 35-year-old body is in pain, the best option is to stay inside.
Maybe I should mention that I haven’t driven a car in almost six years- and I am not about to start now. Can you even imagine the damage I could do to myself or others if I were to drive on this ice? It wouldn’t be pretty- not to mention bad for my anxiety.
You can take the girl out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the girl- even if it means she’ll attempt to walk a mile and a half in the snow and risk falling on her butt.