I grew up in WI. Snow was nothing. As kids, we'd try to run out and measure 6" b/c it was at that holiest of measurements that school would be closed for the day.

Here in Portland, absolute chaos resulted from 2" last year. I sh*t you not. My car has terrible tires/suspension/traction, so that was maddeningly embarrassing, but also, city buses took out mailboxes, fences etc as they slid into ditches.

All that said... I pine for a little these days. Having grown up with clear, starry winter nights and glowing sapphire snow illuminating my childhood... the darkness of the cloudy winter skies and dark green/brown of the earth is depressing.

I miss snow-covered woods, walking out into the crushing silence and feeling it press against ever-assaulted eardrums until the solitude envelops you. It's then, that with a start you realize you can hear the individual snowflakes landing around you between the deafening rushes of your breath.

Memories like that make me feel ever more that I don't belong in the city...