As any Australian would be, I am captivated, like a 5-year-old each time snow falls here in Toronto. It’s just so pretty, falling on trees and roofs like wedding cake icing. I wake up with a twinkle in my eye - but then I’m catapulted into reality - sweeping snow off my car and figuring out how to actually drive through slush, spinning my wheels and taking the odd slide around corners. It’s a whole new world for me living in Toronto and I’m finding newcomers must enter a steep learning curve in this country to discover the unsaid rules that locals claim to have ‘known’ forever. Everything from snow removal items, that I naturally must have in my ‘trunk’ at all times, to winter fashion sense. Looks like my ‘winter’ coat, which looks outrageously heavy
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