Even though I grew up all over the place as a military brat, I’ve primarily lived in the south. I was born in Germany, but only lived there for two years, so technically I had two white Christmases that I can’t remember. Other than that I’ve called the south home, and in 2016, I spent Christmas in a bikini in the Bahamas because I was working on a cruise ship. So basically, I never had a white Christmas until I was a 28-year-old woman, aka about two weeks ago.
When my boyfriend first invited me to spend Christmas with his family in Michigan, I felt all the feelings. I was excited that he liked me enough to want to introduce me to his family. I was anxious about meeting his entire family and having them not like me. I was also extremely unexcited about spending so much time in the cold. I’ve always said that I’m not built for the cold, and I will forever stand behind that. I get cold when temperatures drop below 70 degrees. When my office-mate is at her desk sweating, I’m at my desk with a jacket on, covered in a blanket. I wasn’t sure what I was more worried about – meeting my boyfriend’s family or surviving the cold.
There was a large part of me that was hoping that it would just be cold in Michigan and that it wouldn’t snow, but honestly, I’m so glad that it did. I spent so much time looking out of the windows and just watching it fall. It just looked so magical, and while everyone around me was accustomed to it, I continued to just be fascinated with how beautiful it looked.
Going out in the snow was another story. I came prepared and didn’t leave the house without wearing at least two jackets, two pairs of socks, a hat, earmuffs, a scarf and gloves. When we went to my boyfriend’s aunt and uncle’s house on Christmas day, he asked to take my coat, and his cousin watched as I took off my many layers and asked me sarcastically, “Are you cold?” Umm…yea. A bit.
While I was in Michigan, I got to stand on a frozen lake that I 100% did not trust, so that didn’t last very long. I also made snow angels with careful instruction from my boyfriend who forgot to tell me to tuck in my shirt. Needless to say, I got a bunch of snow on my back, and I was freezing. I immediately took a shower after we got inside. The snow was super soft, so it wasn’t good for making a snowman, but if I ever find myself in the snow again, maybe I’ll get the chance.
On my last day in Michigan, my boyfriend drove me around town and gave me a little tour of where he grew up. It was fun watching and hearing him react to how much things have changed since he lived there. We also made a stop in Hell, Michigan, which apparently is a thing.
Our last stop before the airport was to a small bakery in Dexter called Dexter Bakery. I had spent the entire day prior in bed with a stomach bug, so my appetite was literally zero, but I did indulge in some apple cinnamon tea that was delicious and much needed.
I honestly don’t think I could ever be good at living in a place where it snows often. I asked so many questions about plows, and having to prep your car so much just to go for a short drive seems like a pain. In the meantime, I’ll just look back at the four days I spent in this winter wonderland of sorts.
Also, just to drive the whole thing home, we also watched the movie White Christmas. It was my first time seeing it, and of course I loved it.
Have you ever had a white Christmas?