I like to believe that I spent my entire life on a sunny beach on California and my days were like living in a Katy Perry song. However, this is just a lie I tell myself. In reality, I have spent many, many years in snowy, blizzard-like conditions. I have experience with these things.
Why then did I just attempt to walk out onto my balcony, during 60 mph wind gusts. In a snowstorm? Why did I do that?
My goal was to see the ridiculous waves crashing against the crazy snow. Instead, in milliseconds, I was soaking wet and nearly had my back door knocked off. Which would have made it really cold inside.And I saw nothing as the wind blew my eyelids shut.