A year ago today, it was snowing in Washington, D.C. It was snowing A LOT. I was there to see it, along with thousands of other passengers who watched despondantly as it came down onto the tarmac at Washington Dulles airport, being assuaged by airline employees that flights were delayed for hours due to the flight crews being stuck in traffic. I was trying to fly to the Netherlands for a frantic three day trip in the name of eventually being able to live here, which I am so happy to say came to pass last summer. But, last winter, it seemed very far away, and the floor seemed really hard. It was a strange bonding experience with my fellow Amsterdam-bound passengers, and it made the sleepless night a little less dark.