White Wilderness.

Living in this little pocket of the Pacific Northwest we seem to forget that it is still actually winter for the rest of Canada in the middle of February. So when a we get what Manitoba would consider a dusting we freak out and call it a “snowpocalyse.

We forget to how to drive and call it a snow day as soon as we have an inch of snow in our driveways. We don't do courtesy things for the rest of the public like shoveling our walkways and sidewalks in front of our houses (a ticketable offense). Instead we curl up around the cold glow of our television set with the heat cranked, because we don't know how to start a fire in our fireplaces. All the while praying to god the power won't go out or even worse the internet.

I haven't left my house since Sunday, and when I say I haven't left the house I mean I haven't opened my door. It is one of the perks of unemployment. That, insanity inducing boredom, and crippling depression (just kidding). So when I look in my refrigerator this morning I realize I only have half a carton of juice, some frozen veggie burgers, a couple eggs, and two browning bananas. It's a shitty day to need to grocery shop.

I don't have a vehicle so doing a trip to the actual grocery store is out of question. It isn't, but I don't want to be that guy on the bus with his groceries. Plus still having to walk 1.5km home from the bus stop loaded with frozen pizzas, and vegetables seems dreadful. Instead I decided I would get the basics from the corner store for a ridiculous amount of money.

For some reason when I decided to move to the country I thought I would eat a lot of peaches. Instead anytime I want any I have to walk almost two kilometers to get to any for of civilization to catch a bus to go buy some at the store.

Eventually I suited up in a semi-winter jacket to brave the blowing snow and arctic blasts of 0C. All for some milk, club soda, a loaf of bread, some oranges I'm not sure about, and crackers. I'm sure that will last me until the snow is gone.

In a day or two the snow will be gone, and we can forget any of this ever happened.

Living in this little pocket of the Pacific Northwest we seem to forget that it is still actually winter for the rest of Canada in the middle of February. So when a we get what Manitoba would consider a dusting we freak out and call it a “snowpocalyse.”

We forget to how to drive and call it a snow day as soon as we have an inch of snow in our driveways. We don't do courtesy things for the rest of the public like shoveling our walkways and sidewalks in front of our houses (a ticketable offense). Instead we curl up around the cold glow of our television set with the heat cranked, because we don't know how to start a fire in our fireplaces. All the while praying to god the power won't go out or even worse the internet.

I haven't left my house since Sunday, and when I say I haven't left the house I mean I haven't opened my door. It is one of the perks of unemployment. That, insanity inducing boredom, and crippling depression (just kidding). So when I look in my refrigerator this morning I realize I only have half a carton of juice, some frozen veggie burgers, a couple eggs, and two browning bananas. It's a shitty day to need to grocery shop.

I don't have a vehicle so doing a trip to the actual grocery store is out of question. It isn't, but I don't want to be that guy on the bus with his groceries. Plus still having to walk 1.5km home from the bus stop loaded with frozen pizzas, and vegetables seems dreadful. Instead I decided I would get the basics from the corner store for a ridiculous amount of money.

For some reason when I decided to move to the country I thought I would eat a lot of peaches. Instead anytime I want any I have to walk almost two kilometers to get to any for of civilization to catch a bus to go buy some at the store.

Eventually I suited up in a semi-winter jacket to brave the blowing snow and arctic blasts of 0C. All for some milk, club soda, a loaf of bread, some oranges I'm not sure about, and crackers. I'm sure that will last me until the snow is gone.

In a day or two the snow will be gone, and we can forget any of this ever happened.

Living in this little pocket of the Pacific Northwest we seem to forget that it is still actually winter for the rest of Canada in the middle of February. So when a we get what Manitoba would consider a dusting we freak out and call it a “snowpocalyse.”

We forget to how to drive and call it a snow day as soon as we have an inch of snow in our driveways. We don't do courtesy things for the rest of the public like shoveling our walkways and sidewalks in front of our houses (a ticketable offense). Instead we curl up around the cold glow of our television set with the heat cranked, because we don't know how to start a fire in our fireplaces. All the while praying to god the power won't go out or even worse the internet.

I haven't left my house since Sunday, and when I say I haven't left the house I mean I haven't opened my door. It is one of the perks of unemployment. That, insanity inducing boredom, and crippling depression (just kidding). So when I look in my refrigerator this morning I realize I only have half a carton of juice, some frozen veggie burgers, a couple eggs, and two browning bananas. It's a shitty day to need to grocery shop.

I don't have a vehicle so doing a trip to the actual grocery store is out of question. It isn't, but I don't want to be that guy on the bus with his groceries. Plus still having to walk 1.5km home from the bus stop loaded with frozen pizzas, and vegetables seems dreadful. Instead I decided I would get the basics from the corner store for a ridiculous amount of money.

For some reason when I decided to move to the country I thought I would eat a lot of peaches. Instead anytime I want any I have to walk almost two kilometers to get to any for of civilization to catch a bus to go buy some at the store.

Eventually I suited up in a semi-winter jacket to brave the blowing snow and arctic blasts of 0C. All for some milk, club soda, a loaf of bread, some oranges I'm not sure about, and crackers. I'm sure that will last me until the snow is gone.

In a day or two the snow will be gone, and we can forget any of this ever happened.