Salut là! It is me, Violet. Yes, I am finally back!
Today I got tired of moving my dorm, and everyone fussing over how good their new room looks, so I got a break and went outside. I threw on a bow shirt that I got for Christmas, some leggings, and some furry Ugg boots and ran outside. I saw the beautiful white snow, and it suddenly hit me. I remembered running outside as a small child, with a big heavy scarf and big clangy boots. I remember my père telling me how to build a snowman, and instructing me to first make a huge snow ball, then a medium sized one, then a smaller one. I remembered us going in the woods and finding sticks to make the arms, and raiding Mama's sewing kit for buttons that act as the eyes, nose, and mouth.
I had never been home sick before, I had left Canada because I was SICK of cold winters, snowing all the time, and the kids at school. My parents enrolled me in the specialty school I now go to, kind of like a college for Junior High to High schoolers. I was certain this would be the last holiday in America - At least for a year.