In spite of this.
Wait, let me put this in better perspective.
In spite of all the snow--or perhaps in part because of it (because it sure is pretty, isn't it?), it was wonderful to spend a few days back at the old homestead, catching up with our mail, getting some important things taken care of, and having a dinner out with our neighbors--who kindly came down with their snow-blower while we were gone and cleared away the parts that were too close to the house for the plow guy to get. (Without their help, we would have had trouble getting in the door!)
While we were home, I enjoyed being where I "have my things about me." (If you've never seen the delightful John Wayne movie called "The Quiet Man"--which you should!--you probably won't get that reference. I'm channeling Maureen O'Hara's feisty Mary Kate Danaher here.)
I love that spoon. It was the perfect gift from that particular family.
So I miss my awesome spoon, and some of the other comforts of home. But I don't miss the single-digit temperatures. And if I was there and not here, I'd be missing spending time with this little snuggle-bunny.
So I think I'm right where I should be.