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I grew up in Northwestern NJ, almost in PA, on top of the mountains there. When it snowed, we were snowed in and that was that. It would take days for the plows to reach us and we were always prepared for it. We spent our summers gathering wood, fall raking up the leaves (two acres worth!), winters shoveling snow, and spring unfucking the damage winter just did. It was a vicious cycle.
Fuck that.
I love where I live. We still have seasons, and snow is half an hour away if I want to see it bad enough.
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