When I was a kid I had a couple of bad winters, and since then I’ve hated snow. No, not hate, I just can’t handle it. I get lots of anxiety and can barely get myself outside. It’s true, last winter I couldn’t go outside for two weeks and I had to ask my friend to buy groceries for me (and we did not know each other that well back then, can you image the shame?). This is the first snow this winter and when I look at it I feel sick.