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Planning Another Home Trip in 2015

  • March 4, 2015, 6 a.m.
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I am so sick of snow. They can’t plow worth crap here in Cincinnati. They were actually pretty good about it in DC. Cori says they were also good about it in Minneapolis (I suppose they have to be) and I like the idea of alternate plow days–meaning get off one side of the road to let plows through, then the next day the other side is plowed. And for all the “No parking during snow emergency” signs here, so far I haven’t seen anyone towed and it caused quite a few problems. Some cars still haven’t moved off busy streets. In fact the two cars in front of the apartment haven’t moved since the 20th of February. One of the cars belongs to the girl upstairs, but the other car doesn’t live here. Makes me wonder what the point of having a car is if you can leave it for 3 weeks at a time.

The biggest problem is just that malls never close, so I’m always expected to go to work, and my tiny little car just… as much as I love my car, it can barely pull itself out of one inch of snow without crapping itself. And shoveling out the cars is a pain. And parking is a pain. And we live in a city of a billion hills, so getting stuck is a real concern. I have to go a mile out of my way to get home if the roads around my apartment aren’t plowed because I can’t make it up any of the hills. And I work 9pm-1am today (Wednesday, technically) and it’s shipment so it’s a super important shift and I hate the idea of driving when people won’t be out in case I slide off the road.

But yeah, we’re supposed to get anywhere from 8-12 inches in the next 36 hours. Great.

In other news, I requested off (reluctantly because of losing the hours) the 16th-22nd so that Cori and I can drive back to DC. I’m worried, though. February and March are always crappy snow and ice months. But at least we will have 7 days to play with in case we can’t go on a certain day. Cori’s spring break is that week which is why we decided on that week. He’s also going to miss out on a couple days of his internship and work. It’s a bit more dire because the kid he watches at work accused Cori of pushing him, and even though the kid’s grandmother says he’s exaggerating, the company has protocol and Cori needs to do a couple training shifts before he can work again. So yeah, he gets hours from training (about 8 total) but he essentially misses the extra 5 he would have had from work. And he already missed 8 hours from the Saturday when it was snowing and everything was closed and nobody was plowing.

I just HATE driving through the mountains in bad weather. We got lucky when we went back in December but I remember when I visited Melanie in Norfolk, VA around the same time last year (March 16th, I think, because it was the day before St. Patty’s) and I drove home in a snowstorm and it was AWFUL. I almost pulled into a hotel, and Norfolk is only about 160 miles from Fairfax. I’d hate to deal with that for 530 miles. We always had our worst winter weather in February and March in Virginia, and it seems Cincinnati is the same (but still… NOTHING beats the ultimate Snowmageddon we had around February 5th of 2010 and then the SECOND huge snowstorm that came through just 4 days later… we literally had 10 foot walls of snow on either sides of the driveway, and snow from that storm was still hanging around by my birthday–May 26th).

I just hope the weather calms down and we will be okay to go home and come back without incident. I didn’t want more than a couple months to go by between visits and it’s back to being 3 months. And it was 3 months last time, too. I guess I should also get my oil changed before going back. Ergh. This weather impedes everything.

I just miss my mom and my dog, and even my dad. I still get insanely homesick, and it’s something I’m not sure how to handle. I’ve never had to deal with it. I never got homesick on trips away from family or when I was in Paris for a month. If anything, I could’ve stayed the whole summer in Paris and been all right. But I guess it was different because I didn’t permanently move to Paris, so I knew I was coming home. I’m now living in Ohio… and I miss my family. A lot.

~Rachel


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