About that hating snow thing....

So I went to Whistler. On vacation. And you know how I have always said that I hate snow? Well, then I went to Whistler, and I'm pretty sure that I love it more then chocolate now. Well, I don't really like chocolate that much, so let me think of something else... hmm... I love it more then... well, I'm going to have to get back to you on that. Anyway. This is a little bit about Whistler:
It is so pretty. How can you not love the Christmas lights, the snow gently falling on us as we walk the cobblestone streets. Surrounded by some of the most beautiful mountains God made, in one of the cutest towns I have been to. It's completely self sufficient, everything that you would need is within a short walk at the most. Good friends, good food, good atmosphere, I have always believed that to be an explosive combination. It's always a little concerning when you commit to spending four days and three nights with people that you don't know. But the new friends I made were pretty cool and I loved every minute of it. Something about that mountain air, I'm telling you... I ended up doing some very non-Becky things. We went Ziptreking. Oh, ya. Picture this... strapped into a harness and then attached to a cable running, oh, say, about three or four hundred feet above this beautiful snowy stream, winding slowly through a canyon. I screamed for the first few seconds, then I opened my eyes and was speechless. Man, that was fun. Good times. You know, one of my favorite things about New York was the amount of diversity in that city. Everywhere you turned, you met someone from somewhere else. Someone with an interesting story to tell. Spokane, well, to quote a waitress once, "you don't see flavor like that in Spokane to often." (Yes, Amber, that was the waitress who also named her child "something" Snowstorm. He was born during a snowstorm. It's only logical. Duh. I was a bit surprised by it though, and I have spaced the first name, sorry. I think that it might have been Noel Snowstorm. Not sure.)
Anyway.... Back to Whistler. It was fun, not only to spend time with old friends, but also to make new ones. I sometimes don't think that I appreciate my family enough. I'm pretty blessed, not many people can say that they love to spend time with their family... and you know what? I really do. I really, really do. At this time. I didn't always appreciate them. I'm so glad that I grew up and realized how awesome they are. : )
So, I'm pretty much ready to move there. Who is with me? I'm half-way packed already!!
I'll let you think about it, I'm off to meet some friends for a movie... and a healthy dinner of popcorn and soda.